'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