What's so glorious about being dead What's so glorious about a bullet in your head What's so glorious about fighting a war What's so glorious I don't know anymore Lest we forget about their sacrifice Lest we forget about how they gave their lives Lest we forget about the horror and pain Lest we forget about the political gain We must remember our glorious dead We must remember who made their beds We must remember who sent them to war We must remember when we tear down that wall We have become a weak society We are the target The war's waged on you and me We must become independent and strong We must remember not to be strung along