When plastered billboards scream with slogans 
'fight for your country, go to battle' 
When media's print assults your senses, 
'Support our leaders' shrieks and rattles... 
And fools who don't know any better 
Believe the old, eternal lie 
That we must march and shoot and kill 
Murder, and burn, and bomb, and grill... 

When press begins the battle-cry 
That nation needs to unify 
And for your country you must die... 
Dear brainwashed friend, my neighbor dear 
Brother from this, or other nation 
Know that the cries of anger, fear, 
Are nothing but manipulation 
by fat-cats, kings who covet riches, 
And feed off your sweat and blood - the leeches! 
When call to arms engulfs the land 
It means that somewhere oil was found, 
Shooting 'blackgold' from underground! 
It means they found a sneaky way 
To make more money, grab more gold 
But this is not what you are told! 

Don't spill your blood for bucks or oil 
Break, burn your rifle, shout: 'NO DEAL!' 
Let the rich scoundrels, kings, and bankers 
Send their own children to get killed! 
May your loud voice be amplified 
By roar of other common men 
The battle-weary of all nations: 
WE WON'T BE CONNED TO WAR AGAIN!