World War - The Cure

Dressed in Berlin black

I was only playing

Disguise my words to fool you

From what I was saying

Mud trench

Meat stench

The fatherland is looking on

Grip you in a Luger lock

This will be the big one

World war

No one would believe me

No one’s a winner

No one’s a loser

Just a dead friend

Heaven heaven

Give me pride

Give me a golden hand

Smash them with an iron rule

Spit them out like sand

Sit and wait

Then run like hell

Run like hell one time again

Sow the seeds of hate

Underneath destruction

World war

No one would believe me

No one’s a winner

No one’s a loser

Just a dead friend

World war

No one would believe me

No one’s a winner

No one’s a loser

Just a dead friend