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WHAT AN OCCUPATION
When I look around I try to understand the things that I see I come across the enigma How do people still go serving the army Oh since I was a child I would criticize all the evil deeds So if I do offend you Really didn't mean to but I have to speak
How could any man Want to carry gun, shoot the human being And then he comes back from a war People call him a hero, then salute and honor him Instead of spending time and money On scientific research to find a cure for AIDS You spend fifty billion dollars to make another bomber plane
Oh what an occupation To throw your bombs on innocent nations Oh what an occupation To be a soldier of United Nations
So come tell me wise man What the hell is wrong with people today Is it lack of their intelligence Or genetic inheritance that leads them astray How come that they're only satisfied When genocide comes out of their hand I know they're wrong So I sing them this song and waste no more time on their name
Oh what an occupation To throw your bombs on innocent nations Oh what an occupation To be a soldier of United Nations
You could have been a baker Or an undertaker, honest businessman A preacher, a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor, A writer, a real gentleman 'could have been a cowboy Or perhaps a farmer watering the herd Still you made an error Chose to commit a terror over poor people of the third world
Oh what an occupation To throw your bombs on innocent nations Oh what an occupation To be a soldier of United States
