I’ve seen and done things I want to forget
I’ve seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat
Blown and shot out beyond belief
Arms and legs were in the trees

I’ve seen and done things I want to forget
Coming from an unearthly place
Longing to see a woman’s face
Instead of the words that gather pace
The words that maketh murder

These, these, these are the words
The words that maketh murder
These, these, these are the words
The words that maketh murder
These, these, these are the words
The words that maketh murder
These, these, these are the words
Murder…

I’ve seen and done things I want to forget
I’ve seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
Climbing behind a fierce, gone sun
I’ve seen flies swarming everyone
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat
These are the words, the words are these

Death lingering, stunk
Flies swarming everyone
Over the whole summit peak
Flesh quivering in the heat
This was something else again
I fear it cannot be explained
The words that make, the words that make
Murder

What if I take my problem to the United Nations?