Bruce Dickinson - Gods Of War Lyrics
Oh, ohOh, ohWhen I was younger, I thoughtThat to kill or be killedWas a thing to be proud ofVictim of chance, prisoner of hopeHanged by the neck on the end of a ropeI dont know...i dont care...Oh, one of the damnedUh, oh; part of the planCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warTheyll howl and cry for moreCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warTheyll howl and cry for moreNow taking both sides at a time, on the front lineYou can join in the fear, share in the bloodshedInvesting your money in guns, the infinite funOf the warlord you saved from a rusty graveOh, one of the damnedUh, oh; part of the planCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warTheyll howl and cry for moreCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warTheyll howl and cry for moreCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warTheyll howl and cry for moreCry oh-oh-oh, the gods of warThey howl and cry for moreOh, ohOh, oh