Letra de Children's Crusade

The men and their mysteries do promise a proud grave
The gods to preserve, the bounty of souls to save
Telling kids this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important
Saying "Boy your life, it's not important"
So he will carry their bomb
A novel idea: there's a market for life, say
And young men will die in proportion to what we'll pay
So we wait for the perfect time
Yes, we wait for the golden time
To spread a great lie
Rewards of holy kinds
Telling them this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important
Telling them this life, it's not important