Did you see them marching out?

Their hair cut short, their faces proud

They carry fire on their backs

they sing their hymnes all down the tracks

Some march for God, some march for fame

Some march for their country but it's all the same

Do you recall those little boys?

Their hair cut short, playing with toys

Playing their games of cruelty

but now those games are reality

Some march for God, some march for fame

Some march for their country but it's all the same

They all march out blinded with lies

They all got hell instead of paradise

Little boys trained to fight

Little boys marching out at night

Little boys used like toys

Little boys

Did you watch when they returned?

They're still those boys but their souls are burned

They've lost their minds, they've lost their friends

They're just little boys with blood on their hands

Some died for God, some died for fame

Some died for their country but it's all the same

They all died blinded with lies

They all got hell instead of paradise