Lyrics
They go bang bang someone i love is dead, i don t want to die i ve got plans for tonight
All gods children need money, all gods children need some help
It must be a sickness or a retarded thrill, they go bang bang you re dead, here come the soldiers with weapons of war
All gods children need money, god kick their ass good and send them to bed
Now we have war, it must be a sickness or a retarded thrill Bang, those little toy tanks cannot move in the mud
Here comes the soldier whose into the lead, wars are fought for need
Across the planet these little man kill, here comes the soldier whose into the lead
It must be a sickness or a retarded thrill, those little toy tanks cannot move in the mud Ryder, cut him down first and the others will leave
God piss on these fools, all gods children need money, god piss on these fools
Now we have war, dragging their flags just to even the score
Give them all cancer repeat your first rule, they go bang bang someone i love is dead, here come the soldiers with weapons of war
give them all cancer repeat your first rule
And rust all their guns, dragging their flags just to even the score Ryder, hang me for treason my reason
Here comes the soldier whose into the lead, and rust all their guns Bang, cut him down first and the others will leave
Dragging their flags just to even the score, wars are fought for need
now we have war
Dragging their flags just to even the score, cut him down first and the others will leave
god kick their ass good and send them to bed
Those little toy tanks cannot move in the mud, all gods children need some help, this is no time god for you to act cool
across the planet these little man kill
Hang me for treason my reason, give them all cancer repeat your first rule, hang me for treason my reason
This is no time god for you to act cool, wars are fought for greed
All gods children need some help, here comes the soldier whose into the lead
i don t want to die i ve got plans for tonight
here come the soldiers with weapons of war
I don t want to die i ve got plans for tonight, and rust all their guns
Give them all cancer repeat your first rule, i don t want to die i ve got plans for tonight
Wars are fought for greed, give them all cancer repeat your first rule Ryder, it must be a sickness or a retarded thrill
This is no time god for you to act cool, this is no time god for you to act cool
Across the planet these little man kill, all gods children need money Ryder, now we have war
Wars are fought for need, they go bang bang you re dead
here come the soldiers with weapons of war
And rust all their guns, all gods children need money
Bring down the rains put these creeps in a flood, wars are fought for greed
And rust all their guns, bring down the rains put these creeps in a flood