Tell of the birthTell how war appeared on earthMusicians with gongsPermeate the autobahnsFoetus of disgusting breathAnd she split the eggCast a spell and war was bornCome follow meOut of the obscurityPilgrims in songsSwamp the empty aerodromeKalashnikovs but no housesWomen at the double, marchNo food for the spousesThey wait for the us dropRussians sit back and laughWhile war casts her gory locksOver the deserted docksShe casts her gory locksOver the deserted docksShe cast a spellSplit an egg and war was bornAnd pillage hopes with gustoEven though they have no nerveAnd she does just look onAnd war does what she has toWar does what she has toPeople get what they deserve
