Your words just a bloody fallacy
Oh, my country, won't you call out
Leaving my home
To a prison cell in my own
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
Camilo, Camilo
Or is blood money just money to you
What life have I to take your own
Punish me for not taking your orders
To a prison cell in my own
And from another land's war torn corners
Will you not refuse this currency
Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand
What life have I to take your own
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
'Cause twenty days in a concrete fallout
Oh, my country, won't you call out
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
Punish me for not taking your orders
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
And now red oil is spilling down on the street
Oh, my country, won't you call out
Or is blood money just money to you
To a prison cell in my own
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
From another land's war torn corners
And from another land's war torn corners
You tried to recreate Normandy
But you made up the reason to fight
Twenty days in a concrete fallout
And your eyes so big, for the belly is weak
What life have I to take your own
A house of cards you painted white
Twenty days in a concrete fallout
Punish me for not taking your orders
