Anthem For Doomed Youth (LP版) - 10000 Maniacs

For whom do the bells

Toll when sentenced to die

The stuttering rifles

Will stifle the cry

The monstrous anger

The fear's rapid rattle

Desert inferno

Kids dying like cattle

Don't tell me we're not prepared

I've seen today's morning

He's eighteen

And he's eager

He can be quite mean

No mockeries for them

No prayers or bells

The demented choirs

The wailing of shells

The boys holding candles

On untraveled roads

Spreads fear like fire

Shrapnel explodes

I think it's wrong to conscript our youth

Against their will

When plenty of our citizenry

Really like to kill

What signposts will lead to armageddon's fires

What bugles will call them

From crowded gray shires

The women sit quiet

With death on their minds

A slow dusk descending

The drawing of blinds

Make the hunters all line up

It's their idea of fun

And let those be forgiven

Who never owned a gun

Was it him or me

Or the

Wailing of the dead

The laughing soldiers

Cast their lots

You can

Cut the dread