they sent yr son w/ a plan,
to fight some war in a desert land,
he ain’t gonna come home again
he’s makin some money for a texas man

helicopters in the sky,
all the little soldiers die,
their mothers and their daughters cry,
cause of politicians lies!

have yr innocence stolen and yr traded like a slave have yr promises
broken and yr in for an early grave they’re deep in the schools now
recruitin for their war they know to skip all the rich kids, cause the
focus is on the poor.
its always been like this, u wanna b all u can b first they shave all
yr hair off, and then yr no longer free i have never understood
compliance to assimilation that just doesn’t make sense take a look at
the state of the world, i've never seen foreign relations more tense
chaos reigns where troops are stationed, a panel of suits couldn’t save
em if they tried bombed on all sides- no plan for escape, this mission
is fucked! this mission is fucked!
all this is is a money game,
let’s get down to the core,
fight yr battles here at home and don’t go off to war dont waste yr time
stealin oil, for bush and uncle sam, they don’t give a damn about our
lives, this war was all their scam preying on minorities insecurities in
ads, the possibility of winning a war on terrorism is mad the
opportunity just didn’t arise, this was all a part of their plan, Do u
think they give 2 shits about the future man?
don’t give up on yr dreams my son,
the fight for terrorism can’t be won,
with guns and bombs and tanks and planes, peaceful progression is
the only way!


Lyrics submitted by Weden, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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