They like to think themselves as heroes.
They are the Self-Serving type.
They like making war on ev-ery-one, and count-ing coins at night.They contemplate new battles
for what they claim is right
But when they start daydreaming,
minds turn to counting coins all night.

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eye,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
Thier lips curve up, they just can't disguise,
they think of counting gold-coins, with-a-smile,
But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?

They use words like honour and glory
When they talk about their wars
They like to talk, about vic-tory and gain
But when they stop their talking, in the silence of thier own heads,
they go straight back,
to count-ing gold coins ag-ain.

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,

But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?

It is The rich, the powerful
They like to think of as their friends
but they are just the bankers
in a war that never ends
They're not too fond of Peace
A ceasefire's what they hate
they love the thought of fighting wars
think-ing Oh, the mon-ey they shall make

Sometimes when I look at them and see into their eyes,
tis war they think, make-ing life worthwhile.
I see their lips curve, and they just can't disguise,
they think of gold-coins, with-a-smile,

But tis so hard for them to know
which tis that they love more?
Counting coins by candle light?
Or being busy making war?