Trillions for the war
Only millions for the poor
It sounds like a lot but they need much more
That works out to a dollar thirty four
For every child who can barely eat.
We make a million bullets for the Middle East
We’d rather build a prison
Than teach kids how to listen
It happens again and again.
History is forgotten
It doesn’t ever change
Some people are just rotten
It used to be that Kings would send
their armies in search of booty
Now they send them out for oil
And call it their patriotic duty.
We’ve got to nip this in the bud
We must stain the land with blood
We’ll profit from their toil
We will not share the spoils
War has always been a form of theft
Take until there’s nothing left
Plunder and then go back home
Leaving wreckage and tombstones
The profiteers should be in jail
No heat, bad light, no goddam bail
They can’t be punished enough
Why do they do such awful stuff?
The riches go the crooks on top
A flag comes home to Mom and Pop.
Soldiers shafted for all their pain
Its not enough to just wash their brain
They were only eighteen, no money for school
Once we’re older we’re harder to fool.
The worst heat you’ve ever felt.
And you are supposed to wage war.
It must scramble your brain being in that heat.
I can’t take much over 34.
A Year of near death
Then they send you home
Or maybe you’re still needed
In the combat zone
Afraid to drive the roads
Cause everything explodes.
This isn’t the way I remember
Playing with G.I..Joes
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