Sons and daughters, friends and neighbours. every morning, all the papers. how many thousand killed or maimed. and you never knew their names? Stock piled arms as tensions mount. like the numbers in your bank accounts. but the checks you send their families wont buy you out of blame...
an army of one, like remaining limbs, like the mess were in. left to raise the kids, until our minds decides to make it change
your p.r. team decides you need to show your face at walter reed, its purple hearts and networks feed, dont try to make this fun. sacrificed for this great land. but theres no shaking phantom hands. pat on the back, "im sorry son, thanks for a job well done"...
an army of one, like remaining limbs, like the mess were in. left to raise the kids, until our minds decides to make it change
their war, whats it f****** good for, makes em lots of money, so we do it again and again...
an army of one, like remaining limbs, like the mess were in. left to raise the kids, until our minds decides to make it change
your p.r. team decides you need to show your face at walter reed, its purple hearts and networks feed, dont try to make this fun. sacrificed for this great land. but theres no shaking phantom hands. pat on the back, "im sorry son, thanks for a job well done"...
an army of one, like remaining limbs, like the mess were in. left to raise the kids, until our minds decides to make it change
their war, whats it f****** good for, makes em lots of money, so we do it again and again...