Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine Blister wine
Burns the inside (They flew in a line over poppy fields
They'd drop and they'd blast their supply On demand!
They persist They pervert They command: "RED alert"
And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered
Baby bones in powder piles Mile after mile And a
Line costs a dime A slaughter's a quarter Yes, the
Green God's immortal, whispers "Peace in our time" RED alert!
Here come the Green Gang