Tell me where is glory when god and country is what you die for
  It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
  And for graves, graves, graves, and graves
  Another day dies as this country gets closer to the end of it's rope
  It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
  And for graves, graves, graves, and graves
  In Bosnia there's concentration camps
  And still children intimidate soldiers in the streets
  It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave
  And for graves, graves, graves, and graves...