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Song Information
Music: Chris D. Morton, Dick B. Morton,
Alain Croisy
Lyrics: Chris D. Morton, Dick B. Morton

“Come, join the army” the posters cried out
“We’ll teach you to shoot, to kill and to fight
The pleasures are many, the dangers are few
You’ll have a good pension when your service is through”

Every dead soldier is somebody’s father
Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son
Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten
No matter who lost or who won

There are tombstones and graveyards in many far lands
There are numbers and crosses stuck into the sand
But the names and the numbers have faded and died
Now the hunters and the hunted lie side by side

Every dead soldier is somebody’s father
Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son
Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten
No matter who lost or who won

Why can’t we remember for the good of us all
United we stand, but divided we fall

I’ll never understand how they
Think they’re ever gonna find peace
Using bullets and bombs on ’em
Causin nothin but more pain, more tears and more worldwide mayhem

Till more soldiers are dead, till the message is spread
That we’re all gonna pay, that there’s another way
Tell me, are we ever, ever, ever gonna stop?
Raise your hand, come on, sing with me

Every dead soldier is somebody’s father
Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son
Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten
No matter who lost or who won

Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten
No matter who lost or who won

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