Dangers War What War
Oh damsels, don't distress!
You'll see your brave boys soon!
They're winning wars on Gulf War tours and staving off
the doom!
Hooah!
Semper Fi!
Oh pretty, pretty girls.
Dry your sad, sad eyes.
There's terror still, we have to kill!
The towelheads must die!
Our guns.
Just toys.
For brainless soldier boys.
Who bomb.
Who maim.
Who kill in my name.
Kill in our name.
Oh young strapping lads,
with blue blood in your veins.
You've shock and awed their savage gods.
Only our glory shall remain!
Oh glory!
Hallelujah!
God shed his grace on we:
the proud, the few, the me's and you's,
who pretend not to see.
Our guns.
Just toys.
For brainless solider boys.
Who bomb.
Who maim.
Who kill now in our name.
There's no honor in fighting voluntary wars.
I've never felt so ashamed to be American.
And really I'm no better than those camo-wearing
pricks.
I've never felt so ashamed to be American.
I think less about this war than who'll be next to suck
my dick.
I've never felt so ashamed to be American.
When really I should break every trigger-pulling
finger.
I've never felt so ashamed to be American.
Of every heartless, grim-faced, trigger-pulling f..ck
that thinks he's doing me some kind of favor.
I've never felt so ashamed to be American.
You f..cking assholes.
f..ck wars.
f..ck soldiers.
f..ck yellow ribbons, too.
f..ck authors and musicians.
f..ck me.
f..ck you.
Presidents don't pull triggers, so don't blaming
Capitol Hill.
It's hearty boys just like me that are signing up to
kill.
So f..ck the Army, the Navy, the Air Force and Marines.
The boys and girls that spill the blood that are just
like me.
Except the kill.
And then they die.
And I don't care.
We don't care.
I won't.
I won't.
We won't take lives.
