Every day hundreds die
I'm told it's not my fault.
Follow orders, follow orders
Kill, kill, kill
What crimes did these people commit?
Why must they die?
Follow orders, Follow orders
Kill, kill, kill
Tens at first, then hundreds, then thousands
What did these people do?
Why must they die?
Every day I kill more and more.
Their blood is on my hands.
Follow orders, Follow orders
Kill, Kill, Kill
It's not my fault.
Follow orders, Follow orders
Kill, kill, kill
I hold my gun tight and look away
I hear a small cry from her as i point a gun in her face.
Kill, kill, kill
Those are my orders.
Kill, kill, kill
"Go" I utter barely audible
One little girl's blood isn't on my hands.
Hundreds are, Thousands are,
And there will be hundreds more, Thousand more,
But not that little girl.
Her blood is not on my hands.