A wretched outcast with no point of view
What could I do?
Just military service

I carry out the powerful vulgarian view
I scatter gloom
Do as I say, or I'll scatter you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier

No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
Give me an order
I'll blow up a border
Give me an order and I'll blow up your daughter

Call me brave
Call me a peace-making hero
Call me anything
Except what I am

From a class without
I haven't a clue
What the war is about
I haven't got a clue
Have you?

Oh, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier

No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
After all, I'm just honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder
I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder

I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder
I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder
I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder

Duty done by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to Jesus
And with the grace of God
I will die in my own bed
If you wonder what's in my head
It's just the hatred for all human life

When I lose mine, my mother will say
He died doing the job he loved
But I died with a bullet to the forehead
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John
It's funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John

La-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John
It's funny how the war goes on
Without John, without our John

La-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la