The missionaries came Gathered us all Crowd stares blindly They start their presentation Deep down there's something wrong but Everyone joins so so do I Open armed they welcome me My new-found family I listen as they teach - but I know better How everything should be - but I'm no better Then words turn into acts The feeling of togetherness So good, so right, so fine Yet so wrong Their words seem wise so true And their doctrine crystal clear One of Us or one of Them And sure they should not be Peace it shatters so fast Then comes the call to the arms By force a soldier I'm made And so let the war begin My conscience dies as do they Triumphant our cause now The man I was is no more For what it's worth I'm one of us.