Why is the enemy always so right
It’s his “duty” to kill and to maim
But when our soldiers put a foot wrong
The world will soon lay the blame

The enemy wait at the side of the road
And blow up our troops as they please
It doesn’t matter whoever they kill
They “work” the world press corps with ease

Never mind murdering a hostage or two
Infidels are all just the same
If our troops should kill an innocent man
The world’s press will point once again

Don’t worry soldier-be that as it may
We know that you’re in the right
Ignore all the whining from those that don’t know
And continue to carry the fight