I fought in the trenches, deep in the muck, Gave my soul to the

I fought in the trenches, deep in the muck, Gave my soul to the w*r, but ran out of luck. Britain with the blockades, starvin' my kin, Watchin' my brothers fall, the madness set in. You bombed our cities, hurt the innocent’s soul, But in the end, you ain't got control. France, oh France, you played a dirty game, Cheatin' your way to victory, now you got no shame. Just a man, tryna f***t for my land, But you built your empire on b***d-soaked sand. The world saw your crimes, the lies that you spread, Left the innocent broken, left so many d**d. You wanna talk ‘bout honor, but I ain’t buyin’, You made the rules, but you kept on lyin’. France, Britain, and Uncle Sam, Made a mess of the world, now you point at me, damn. You killed the innocent, while you took your stand, W*r crimes on your record, but you still play the hand. Walkin’ away with b***d on your shoes, But I ain't the one who's gonna lose. Britain with the gas, you crossed that line, Think you’re noble? Nah, you’ve lost your mind. France, you buried us alive in the dirt, While you turned your back, man, that really hurt. Now Canada, you played me the worst, Sent us home broken, but it’s like a curse. We came back shattered, with nothing to gain, But you left us to rot, added salt to the pain. You fed us to wolves, then threw us aside, You asked us to f***t, but you let us slide. You took our b***d, left our hearts cold, But you’re the ones who’ll be judged, the story’s been told. You wanna talk ‘bout honor, but I ain’t buyin’, You made the rules, but you kept on lyin’. France, Britain, and Uncle Sam, Made a mess of the world, now you point at me, damn. You killed the innocent, while you took your stand, W*r crimes on your record, but you still play the hand. Walkin’ away with b***d on your shoes, But I ain't the one who's gonna lose.