Id never march to the beat of another mans war drum, and put tears of greif into the eyes of my mum, pull 'em out, pull 'em out, thats what im about. I could never go to battle with just a little shred of doubt, give me peace,give me peace, instead of flowers and reafs, middle east or in the streets, too many deceased. War beats,raw greif, they dont agree,nor me.. Let me ask this....Would they go to war for me?? Would they fuck,jus take a look and see the glue,come unstuck... They cant even pull their own country out the rut...