Little Jimmy got a car, a girl, a house of their own While the clouds came for the sun and an order by the phone And they called him to the army, gave a weapon in his hand "Put the stones out of the fire for your American friend!" His mother in the TV room wanted to see some bloody heads But the Army censored the pictures of the 1000 civil deads Soon it was too boring for her, she grabbed the programme with a sigh Now she watches American soaps through the whole fuckin' night His father's a well respected man, he's the boss of a company Producing bombs 'n' tanks 'n' guns and send them straight to the enemy His government turns a blind eye, never asked any question Cause some love money more than these annoying sanctions Little Jimmy comes to ask what he's really fighting for While the world believes a murderer "It's a clean high tech war!" He did recognize his lie, but too late the enemy And he died by a weapon which was made in Germany And he died by a weapon which was made in Germany