Johnny کے بول

Your arms and legs, are blown to bits and your face is just the shits You're never gonna walk again Always feeling hate and sin Fought the good fight for your land and now you're dying by it's hand You're living out your last cruel fate Don't matter, it's too late They make you blind ... to lend a hand They make you fight ... for your land They make you suffer ... in cruel horror They make you die ... fortheir honor Fightfor conquest No way! Die for freedom? No way! Kill for honor? No way! NO WAY!!! Now you're crippled, insane and numb Now what do you got of your freedom? You tought so hard for the victory but what you got, but hate and misery? The only winners in every war are the generals gaining ever more ... You're the loser of every war getting killed to even the score ...