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Oh my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less |
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The country I come from is called the Midwest |
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I was taught and brought up there, the laws to abide |
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And the land that I live in has God on its side |
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Oh the history books tell it, they tell it so well |
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The cavalries charged, the Indians fell |
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The cavalries charged, the Indians died |
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Oh the country was young with God on its side |
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The Spanish-American War had its day |
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And the civil war too was soon laid away |
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And the names of the heroes, I was made to memorize |
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With guns in their hands and God on their side |
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The First World War boys, it came and it went |
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The reason for fightin', I never did get |
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But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride |
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For you don't count the dead when God's on your side |
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The Second World War came to an end |
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We forgave the Germans and then we were friends |
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Though they murdered six million in the ovens they fried |
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The Germans now too have God on their side |
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I've learned to hate Prussians all through my whole life |
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If another war comes it's them we must fight |
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To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide |
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And accept it all bravely with God on my side |
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But now we got weapons of chemical dust |
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If fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must |
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One push of the button and a shot the world wide |
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And you never ask questions when God's on your side |
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Through a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this |
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That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss |
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But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide |
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Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side |
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So now as I'm leavin', I'm weary as hell |
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The confusion I'm feelin', ain't no tongue can tell |
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The words fill my head and fall to the floor |
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That if God's on our side he'll stop the next war |
