You signed up for it Didn't you bother to read the fine print? No retrospective claims have an ounce of validity Once you signed on, you gave certain rights away A contract signed in ink It is sometimes a pact of blood Use your fuckin' head! And the will to stand by your actions First thing you need to accept Is that once your hands have been soiled Soiled by the blood of man They'll never again be clean So whether they were friend or foe You were merely a conduit And just because you signed on in ink It's not to suggest this is anything less Than a pact of blood War is an odyssey Devoid of mercy An engagement of spirit, blood and will Where no one is spared It affects all whether they live or die But what, what becomes of me? And what of these hands, that will never be clean? And the soldier that lay there in the trench Wounded, but not quite mortally The 'friendly fire' had ripped through his abdomen And he panted as though he was giving birth to his own death His comrade tried to stem the flow of blood And all the while he thought to himself These hands will never be clean