What an occupation

When I look around
I try to understand the things that I see
I come across the enigma
How do people still go serving the army
Oh since I was a child
I would criticize all the evil deeds
So if I do offend you
Really didn't mean to but I have to speak

How could any man
Want to carry gun, shoot the human being
And then he comes back from a war
People call him a hero, then salute and honor him
Instead of spending time and money
On scientific research to find a cure for aids
You spend fifty billion dollars to make another bomber
Plane

Oh what an occupation
To throw your bombs on innocent nations
Oh what an occupation
To be a soldier of united nations

So come tell me wise man
What the hell is wrong with people today
Is it lack of their intelligence
Or genetic inheritance that leads them astray
How come that they're only satisfied
When genocide comes out of their hand
I know they're wrong
So I sing them this song and waste no more time on
Their name

Oh what an occupation
To throw your bombs on innocent nations
Oh what an occupation
To be a soldier of united nations

You could have been a baker
Or an undertaker, honest businessman
A preacher, a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor
A writer, a real gentleman
'Could have been a cowboy
Or perhaps a farmer watering the herd
Still you made an error
Chose to commit a terror
Over poor people of the third world

Oh what an occupation
To throw your bombs on innocent nations
Oh what an occupation
To be a soldier of united states