Intro: verse 1: Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before I wanna salute the troops and what is more I'd like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before verse 2: We were all together then, officers and gentlemen Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men Three million dead or more, what a score With god on your side, you'll never lose another war But don't despair, there's more to come Make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen verse 3: The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss Better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past If it don't taste like vodka, you'd better make it last But don't despair, there's more to come Make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen Instrumental: