General Chance he’s Way behind the frontline He’s running it all through In his icy mind The bodies will pile up Young boys, smiles lost But the hill must be taken Their lives are the cost He’s playing soldier Yeah he’s playing war He’s addicted to death And just needs to score But it’s clear as fog And hazy as water There’s only one option Take the hill or be slaughtered There’s a gun to his head There’s a catch in his heart Kill or be killed babe War is an art Suzie Dear she’s Way behind that deadline She’s tried but failed To be caring and kind The men lie and cheat Her heart a tattered mess Fake “I love yous”, fake kisses She just needs a rest She’s playing mother Yeah she’s playing whore She’s addicted to love And just needs some more But it’s clear as black oil And foggy as glass No one cares for her mind All they want is that ass There’s a gun to her head Why is life such a chore? Fuck him, fuck them all Love is a war What should we do With these guns to our heads? Dissolve, disappear Save yourselves instead Save yourself instead Save yourself instead