A wretched outcast with no point of view What could I do? Just military service I carry out the powerful vulgarian view I scatter gloom Do as I say, or I'll scatter you Oh, no, no, no, no, no You can't blame me I'm just an innocent soldier There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier No, no, no, no, no You can't blame me I'm just an innocent soldier Give me an order I'll blow up a border Give me an order and I'll blow up your daughter Call me brave Call me a peace-making hero Call me anything Except what I am From a class without I haven't a clue What the war is about I haven't got a clue Have you? Oh, no, no, no You can't blame me I'm just an innocent soldier There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier No, no, no, no, no You can't blame me After all, I'm just honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder Duty done by the moment at hand I am answerable only to Jesus And with the grace of God I will die in my own bed If you wonder what's in my head It's just the hatred for all human life When I lose mine, my mother will say He died doing the job he loved But I died with a bullet to the forehead That wasn't the job I loved That wasn't the job I loved That wasn't the job I loved Funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John It's funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John La-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la Funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John It's funny how the war goes on Without John, without our John La-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la-la-la-la