Wars are like football matches one side against the other .
There are no points scored when your team are running for cover .
So you are told to go in hard and let them know you’re there .
Bring them down, hit the target then wait for the final call .
When the game is over the result of war is nil all .
It’s a penalty shoot out on the fields of destruction .
The result is questioned even when the game has been won .
Two a side an you need balls to boot if you’re on your own .
Some think they’re on the ball but it’s a game they play alone .
People like to play on both sides and say you can trust us .
There are no referees, no rules and there is no justice .
Around the world we stand united ready to defend
Its really how we play the game that matters in the end .
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Reviews of "Its How We Play The Game"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on June 2, 2003
Yes, and it should be done with class. Brilliant and thoughtful. Love it.