Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
We're dropping bombs down on the kids
Mechanic bombs, and we know this
But we're doing what we're told
We're flying around in strategic bombers
With enough to burn us straight to hell
But can bombs burn what love's about at all?
My little girl, she sits at home with my last letter all alone
She stops to read, closes her eyes and then she cries:
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
My Daddy told me he was proud
And Mommy's praying, but not too loud
I wonder if their Lord will get the message clear
Dear Mommy, be sure, I'll be coming back
In a metal box, all painted black
A bullet between the eyes is all that's left for you
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
And the generals say they're sorry
Same old asshole, same old story, but it's not true?
They say, "Mommy, please don't worry
'cause your son just died for glory, so don't feel blue?
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
Seven times I've asked my head
But all I got was no man's land, no man's land
No man's land, no man's land?