I knew a young boy
He went off to war
But when he returned
I knew him no more

So naive and funny
Was the way that he was
But now he's so bitter
Since he fought for this cause

He went out there to serve
But came back a bitter lad
Cause' he saw his friend killed
In a street near Bagdad

With inadequate equipment
They'd be forced to their goals
Why these government people
Have much blood on their souls

They're too busy scheming
Every finger in the pie
As they steal and steal more
Leaves a tear in my eye

That's why I don't vote now
Cause' they're all much the same
A slime cluttered defication
They should slink off in shame

If Guy Fawkes could see them
He'd spin in his grave
Cause' his timing was out
By some four hundred years