They'll plot in their head-quarters
They'll make an evil twist
And soldiers like tokens
Will march into the mist
The captains hide in trenches
When flames are raging hot
The generals stay in bunkers
When bodies start to rot
Someone's light into the darkness
Someone's win into a loss
For the officer in charge
It's just a coin-toss
They'll sanctify the missile
And somebody will draw
The lonely graveyard thistle
The final shortest straw
Then mad in blind excitement
They'll hit the vicious switch
The liquidated target
Will make somebody rich
Someone's light into the darkness
Someone's win into a loss
For the officer in charge
It's just a coin-toss
For uniform-clad bastards
With medals, guns and perks
The shots are Christmas crackers
And blasts are fireworks
They cannot help absorbing
The ecstasy of fame
For cheaters in headquarters
The war's become a game
Someone's light into the darkness
Someone's win into a loss
For the officer in charge
It's just a coin-toss
