G                        C     D   G                                    
Now who's gonna fight in world war three?                               G                                     G7
G                                    C         G                        Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
The boots may hit the ground but you won't see me                       C
    G                                C           Em                     Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
No, I ain't killing Russians for the land of the unfree                 G                                     G7
                C                  D                                    Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
But who's gonna fight in world war three?                                   C        D        G
                                                                        Our blood is on their hands
Welcome to our nightmare, the devil has confirmed                       
Your vote it never counted, so skip your turn                           Abandon all hope, you who enter here
When all's said and done, no it's all gonna burn                        Your hanging by a thread on the sleeves of puppeteers
Ha, Rome wasn't burned in just one day                                  And as the empire falls don't shed a single tear
                                                                        Ha, just come over and give it a little shove
You have no nation, and you have no name                                
They flood our homelands full of filth and say that you're to blame     So who's gonna fight in world war three?
So why should I die and scratch my family name                          The boots may hit the ground but you won't see me
Oh, just to be a looser in your game?                                   No I ain't killing nobody for the land of the unfree
                                                                        But who's gonna fight in world war three?
So who's gonna fight in world war three?                                
The boots may hit the ground but you won't see me                       Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
No I ain't killing Russians for the land of the unfree                  Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
But who's gonna fight in world war three?                               Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die
                                                                        Our blood is on their hands
You who lead the circus, well, we ain't your pets                       
And we won't fight your endless wars while we drown in debt             Fair Columbia, lay you down to sleep
You'll never be the same but there's been no changes yet                And pray to Israel, your battered soul to keep
Except, the blood of our soil!                                          You may have died and you won't wake
                                                                        Oh, what difference does even it make
Dear Donnie are you listening, you lost our respect                     
You're just another shill for an oligarchical wreck                     Still...
And when the body bags start coming home don't you forget               I ain't fightin' in world war three
Yeah, well this ain't our bloody mess                                   The boots may hit the ground, no, you won't see me
                                                                        No I ain't killing Russians for the land of the unfree
So who's gonna fight in world war three?                                But who's gonna fight in world war three?
The boots may hit the ground but you won't see me                       
No I ain't killing Russians for the land of the unfree                  Who's gonna fight in world war three? Not me!
But who's gonna fight in world war three?                               Who's gonna fight in world war three?