War is magic, war is fun.
We have weapons, we have tanks.
We fire mortars here and there.
We have leaders. We have ranks.
Others dare not, but we dare.
We all get to fire a gun.
War is magic, war is fun.
War is magic, war is fun.
Some get wounded, but not all.
Some lose senses, some lose limbs.
Others perish where they fall.
They go home to flags and hymns.
Still, we get to fire a gun.
War is magic, war is fun.
War is magic, war is fun.
We kill those we’re told to kill.
They would kill us if they could.
Killing is a noble skill.
They are evil, we are good.
We each get to love our gun.
War is magic, war is fun.
Di Young
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