A child from my high school was sent off to iraq
He got shot in the head, he's never coming back
I didn't really know him, but i know a lot of kids
Who sold themselves as soldiers, whose fate may be like his
It makes me think of high school, and the kids who walked the halls
And i wonder how many of them, went off to heed the call...
Who closed their eyes so quickly and bought the myth of war:
The promises of honor, or a heart that beats no more...
I think about that hallway that was right outside the gym
I think about that doorway, there were students coming in
Right by the cafeteria, where lunch was everyday
Where the army had their table, and gave free pens away...
I saw those pens a lot, "be all that you can be,"
Murder a couple families, and we'll pay for your degree
They always mentioned money, as if soldiers came home rich
They tricked you into k**ing, and you fell for it
I remember many times when i saw that table there
And i cursed myself to think, that i never made it clear
That this is not normality, it's not another trend
It's soldiers in my hallway, murdering my friends!
Now i say it loudly, wishing i was there:
"f** you, recruiters! stop targeting my peers!
It's not my war to fight in, and neither is it yours!
You're sending kids like me to die, in other peoples' wars!"
So stop and think, my friends
Next time you see marines
Talkin' to your cla**mates
Think just what it means
'cause soldiers are not heroes
Let's make it clearly known:
They're kids like you and me
Whose hearts and minds were overthrown
Don't be scared of nothin', please take this advice
If they start talkin' to your cla**mates, stand your ground and fight
And don't be fooled by fables, that the textbook authors type
Their wars are fought for profit, not for peoples' rights