Lletres: Ghost Mice. The Debt Of The Dead. 1,000,000/Hour.

How much were you paid
And was it worth your wage?
To drop that bomb today and
Did you really think about the hole
That it would make
And how many lives it would take?

I know that everybody needs to make money
And that these days it's hard to find a job
But I hope that they paid you a million dollars an hour
To have you drop those bombs

No matter what you're told
Well I'm sure that you know
That innocent people will die
When you let that bomb go,
Well it's bound to explode
And children will lose their lives

Do you think you're playing a video game?
Do you realize this is for real?
I dare you to land and get out of your plane
Then we'll see how it makes you feel
Yeah, We'll see how it makes you feel

Well I hope that you got rich
For the dirty work you did
Yeah I hope that it was worth your pay
Maybe you should call in sick
To let some people live
To die some better day

I know that everybody need to make money
And that these days it's hard to find a job
But I hope that they paid you a million dollars an hour
To have you drop those bombs