Вершы: Laura Veirs. Cannon Fodder.

I will not have a child, I will be wild
And not produce meat for your slaughter
No more cannon fodder

Company whip cracks at the break of dawn
Back break work the whole day long
They're coming for my daughter
Innocent cannon fodder

Every war is brutal, stupid, expensive and mean

If you take her, you also take me
Hiding by the water
Innocent cannon fodder