'I fought hard in the Second World War'    You hear them shout    No good bragging about the Afrika Korps    It was Beadle's About       They dressed you up and took you off to World War One    Armed you and surrounded you with wire    Sat in stinking mud you sung your stupid songs    And waited till they told you when to fire       Cause the rulers always laugh    At a video bloodbath    Nothing makes them laugh    Like a video bloodbath       From the First World War to the Yom-Kippur    It was Beadle's About    The bayonets slice, the rockets roar    And he jumps out       Fond memories of the bloody bridge you failed to hold    Many of your buddies killed or maimed    You would've shot at rabbits if that's what you'd been told    Till the General said 'I'm sorry you've been framed'       Cause the rulers always laugh    At a video bloodbath    And nothing gets a laugh    Like a video bloodbath       Keep those entries coming    Leave those cameras running    Keep those entrails coming    Leave those soldiers gunning    Because you're sure to get a laugh    With a video bloodbath    Nothing gets a laugh    Like a video bloodbath       Here's a wacky video we got last week    A bomb catches Arthur unawares    He's lost both his arms and he can't see or speak    But thank you for the memory you shared       Cause the rulers always laugh    At a video bloodbath    And nothing gets a laugh    Like a video bloodbath       Keep those entries coming    Leave those cameras running    Keep those entrails coming    Leave those soldiers gunning    Because you're sure to get a laugh    With a video bloodbath    Nothing gets a laugh    Like a video bloodbath