No More War Songtext

I'll knock on the door, who's it for?
I don't know its a man nicely dressed wit ha notebook in his hand.
I'm sorry mam, is what he says, but I'm here to dress your son.
Do you want a uniform for his funeral?

The woman says how dare you come and ask such a thing?
A boy is dead shot in the head by an arab in Iraq.
I'm sorry mam, is what he says, it's my job to dress the dead.
Don't blame me, it's not my fault.
Your boy signed up, I did not.