There's a new war overseas, it's no different from the last. Send in jet planes and marines, we're still not learning from the past. In the army national
There's a kid crying on the street, his hands are dirty and his clothes are worn. The rocks dig in to his shoeless feet, and the passersby look at him
You see a kid walking down the street Handing him an inscription sheet Sign him up for the military You're just a pusher Tell the kids that drugs can
You cover up your face with a pound of make-up as if you're trying to cover up rot rot rot rot You're convinced that this is the key to beauty Because
Your words are safe in mouth But should those thoughts come trickling out You'll likely find your words being suppressed Cuz your thoughts have become
Dancing chickens try to sell themselves And tuna vying to be canned Hamburgers grow on trees, and your children's best friend Is a red-haired, white-
When you wake up Will there be food today? Will the grain silo be full? Will it be as empty as your gut? When you get to the farm Work till the sun
You've got your leathers, your hair's spiked up and dyed black You make sure everyone sees you at punk shows You think you're scene, you say your nickname
Fighter jets in the sky How many kids were killed by that guy Forget burning an effigy Let's set alight Dick Cheney Guess what, Reaganomics suck 25 years
Eating chicken vindaloo Try not to think about bird flu Upcoming epidemic Here comes the super flu Jumping to humans from hens It's a super flu Back
Rounding up the chosen ones with censuses and punch cards Efficiency of the utmost importance, every last one must be found Nameless and numbered, gassed
He walks the road to school, his knees trembling in fear. He's reminded of last Friday after class. They don't understand a different sexual preference
I've had enough of fucking Simple Plan And all those other shitty pop punk bands I wanna see more bands with real substance Write some songs about political
Three children taken from their front yard by their dad And the police ignored the mother crying that he had Violated the restraining order to keep him
Fifty five years since Rosa Refused to give up her seat Sparked a civil movement I tip my hat to her, some people are an inspiration Thirteen years
What the hell do you think you're doing Shipping all the jobs overseas It was bad enough when you cut our health care But now you're cutting everything
Like fireworks the explosions light the sky while planes & guns provide the soundtrack to this fight Orange skies and rivers red with blood news from
Sleeping in sheets stained in their own blood Innocence splattered on their walls like bugs Parents long forgotten and friends are not an option In this