Lyrics by Bernd Harmsen you love your homeland enjoy your freedom but now the draft is looming you've come of age now you're being summoned to where the guns are booming do you have a choice you're not quite sure patriot or traitor coward or a fighter disgrace to your country or maybe a dead hero you've heard of families who've lost their loved ones to madness running rampant when you ask the wounded what they have been through their gaze gets mad or vacant do have have a choice you're not quite sure patriot or traitor coward or a fighter disgrace to your country or maybe a dead hero conchy or deserter conchy or deserter
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