Me name is Vic Williams, I was a soldier to the Queen
I joined up to defend me country in me teens
Not to do whatever they tell you, wherever they draw the line
For the ruling class in Ulster or the capital on the Rhine

They tell you it‘s a good career, they tell you it‘s a laugh
They tell you that a pint of beer is cheaper here by half
But not so cheap as soldiers‘ lives – you find that out too late
When it‘s off you go for Texaco – gung-ho in Kuwait

They wound us up with racism to get us in the mood
For a spot of collateral damage over the price of a barrel of crude
They talk about legality but they never told me me rights
I couldn‘t stick their hypocrisy so I swore I wouldn‘t fight