10,000 Maniacs - Anthem For Doomed Youth

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 A desert inferno Kids dying 
like cattle Don`t tell me We`re not prepared I`ve seen today`s marine 
He`s eighteen and he`s eager He can be quite mean No mock`ries for 
them No prayers or bells The demented choirs The wailing of shells The 
boys holding candles On untraveled roads The fear spreads like fire As 
shrapnel explodes I think it`s wrong To conscript our youth Against 
their will When plenty of our citizenry Really like to kill What sign 
posts will lead To armageddon`s fires What bugles will call them From 
crowded grey 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 And you can cut the dread.