Raging generals, serious games
   They don't know what is really going on
   Like a clever move in a game of chess
   To make an enemy of the world
  
   They stick at nothing
   You better give yourself up
   Can't stop to see you suffering
   Time for your blood to spill
  
   Unbury the hatchet
   Kick the mighty from their seats
   Unbury the hatchet
   And exalt them of low degree
  
   Wartime comrades, sure of victory
   With the threat of an air attack
   To strike down the despotical tyrant
   Who measures his strength with god
  
   They stick at nothing
   You better give yourself up
   Can't stop to see you suffering
   Time for your blood to spill
  
   Unbury the hatchet
   Kick the mighty from their seats
   Unbury the hatchet
   And exalt them of low degree
  
   Unbury the hatchet
   Kick the mighty from their seats
   Unbury the hatchet
   And exalt them of low degree
  
   Stirred up aggression
   We'll not be defeated
   It's hard enough for me to say
   According to martial law
   We shot them down
   There will be hell to pay
  
   Unbury the hatchet
   Kick the mighty from their seats
   Unbury the hatchet
   And exalt them of low degree
  
   Unbury the hatchet
   Unbury the hatchet
   There will be hell to pay