I sent my son off to die    'Cause of a murderous countries lie    But the trees still grow    And the birds still fly    The ghost of Davy Jones is walking high tonight.       Muster now young soldier boy    And grab your gun    The money men they need you now    You poor man's son    But the wind still moans    And the oceans cry    The ghost of Davy Jones is walking high tonight.       Sally Anne    Young bride with child    I've never seen    Your picture taped inside the door    Of my Humvee    When the bullets fly    The birds they know    Sally tell our unborn son I    Died for Rome.       Blackened cash    The cameras flash    Decisions made    The hungry fat cats eagerly    Dig all our graves    When the trees won't grow    And the oceans die    You're twice removed    From Davy Jones    With all your pride.       Fall into line   I can’t    I can’t this time   Fall into line   I can’t this time      See the red horizon break   Apart the seams   It’s so unending   We are like a breath of air   Our days are like a shadow passing    Nothing more that we would want   than endless war fulfilled so we can   This I think as my turn comes to kill   My mind’s an improvised explosive