Sons and daughters, friends and neighbours
Every morning, all the papers
How many thousand k**ed 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
Won't 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, don't try to make this fun
Sacrificed for this great land, but there's no shaking phantom hands
Pat on the back, "I'm 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, what's it f*cking good for
Makes 'em lots of money, so we do it again and again...