Lyrics

One man was born a hunter,
On the northwest plains
He was assigned to be a commando
In a peaceful war campaign

The other man was a nomad
From a hot dry land
He never asked for more than survival
Such a small demand

Your price for life, is it 100 Camels ?
Where's your conscience and shame,
To follow the blame ?

The soldiers lived in a compound
Fenced with razor wire
They were never meant to be helpers
They were trained to aim and fire

More force than was needed
A case of overkill
"Like murdering boys stealing water"
Somali blood would spill

Your price for life, is it 100 Camels ?
Where's your conscience and shame,
To follow the blame ?

One night the nomad was hunted
For breaking enemy walls
He was thrown in a pit to be tortured
An example to them all

The hunter followed his orders
He made him fight for breath
Cries of Canada passed without mercy
Before his senseless death

Your price for life, is it 100 Camels ?
Where's your conscience and shame,
Where's your conscience and shame,
Now we know who's to blame
We know who's to blame