P.S. Repercussions Lyrics

General, this is the president

Prepare for war

Mother, father

Just tell them that

Life matters

Don't throw your life away

Don't live in illusions

Don't be fooled by their propaganda, propaganda

Yeah mother don't listen to their propaganda

Mother, father

That was your son

Don't be afraid my child

God is on our side

You must plunder for your country

You must kill for your country

And that means women, children, innocent people

Soldiers, pick up your weapons

You have your orders, shoot at will

Oh God, what a mad world, what a mad world

We are giving to our children

What's our children's future

You mother who supposed to love and care for your child

Do you want to see it kill or to be killed

Have you ever considered it

Do you really love it

And you father, yeah you, who supposed to hug it

And love it and protect it

Can you really protect it

During war

Mother, your son is gonna be killed

Father, your daughter's child will never be born

Mother, your son is gonna be killed

Father, your daughter's child will never be born

Life is the most precious thing in the world

More than your pride for your nation for your God

And if you don't see that

Don't comprehend that then

War is knocking on your door