They said we'd be so secure
Taxing blood from the poor
Settle the Neo Con Artists' Score
Whaddya Know
What the oilman found
A trillion dollars a power in the ground
And guess whose companies come to town
Stackin' prisoners and robbin riches
From the Junkies' clowns
They put their pets on the thrown
And Gave 'em golden bones
As broken bodies come home
from the combat zone
We prayed, with all our suckers' faith
that this disaster wouldn't go to waste.
But they keep pouring more souls
Down the killing hole
And sending orphans to the martyrs' fold.
Children in the storm
Pray "Watch Over Us."
The Universe says "I am."
Daddy's at the front
He wants to stay alive
A body does the best that it can.
Commander's orders push the forces
crost the battlefield
but the home town team wont yield
They take a booby-trapped mountain
but nobody's countin'
as the hummer burns to crumpled stee.
In his dreams
Before forever's sleep
Holdin' his babies
As their mama softly weeps.
Before his mind turns to black
In the final attack
Wondering what the hell he's doing here.
We cant afford
To save
Another president's face.
Because the War
Isn't righteous anymore
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