everyone hates them, we're at war now, just guess..
yes.. your correct, if u said we're fighting the french...
cannons blasting, my soldiers at a level of wary alarm
gets both legs blown off - now he's just bearing arms
carried charms, lost in the big battle, blood all around
but he fights for the queen, in reality carries her crown
dark, damp, break of dawn - soon fighting will cease
making signs, drops three fingers - at the sighting of peace
delighted to be, here instead of recruited as secret police
^me & him'd have something in common.. both killin theives!
not what its meant to be.. his divisions leaving forever
violence ending, not now, but seemingly never..
but its this soldiers turn to pack up, go home, back to his roots
he turns to the train.. and gives the french a one finger salute!