Your children fall in with the pack 

Where there is a place for them 

And when their violence makes them men 

There is a use for them 

Pay your tribute 

Subside aggression 

Restless young men put to good use again 

Restless young men put to good use again 

Blood marks the age 

Of death of glory 

They find an occupation 

To fit their ability 

Pay your tribute 

Subside aggression 

Restless young men put to good use again 

Restless young men put to good use again and again

Taken by force 

Always from bars to barracks 

A man's life is his job 

I hopes I'm fighting when it stops

Restless young men put to good use again 

Restless young men put to good use again