War? What War? Letra

Oh damsels, don't distress! You'll see your brave boys soon! They're winning wars on Gulf War tours and staving off the doom! Hooah! Semper Fi! Oh pretty, pretty girls. Dry your sad, sad eyes. There's terror still, we have to kill! The towelheads must die! Our guns. Just toys. For brainless soldier boys. Who bomb. Who maim. Who
kill in my name. Kill in our name. Oh young strapping lads, with blue blood in your veins. You've shock and awed their savage gods. Only our glory shall remain! Oh glory! Hallelujah! God shed his grace on we: the proud, the few, the me's and you's, who pretend not to see. Our guns. Just toys. For brainless solider boys. Who bomb.
Who maim. Who kill now in our name. There's no honor in fighting voluntary wars. I've never felt so ashamed to be American. And really I'm no better than those camo-wearing pricks. I've never felt so ashamed to be American. I think less about this war than who'll be next to suck my dick. I've never felt so ashamed to be American. When really I should break every trigger-pulling finger. I've never felt so ashamed to be American. Of every heartless, grim-faced, trigger-pulling fuck that thinks he's doing me some kind of favor. I've never felt so ashamed to be American. You fucking assholes. Fuck wars. Fuck soldiers. Fuck yellow ribbons, too. Fuck authors and musicians. Fuck me. Fuck you. Presidents don't pull triggers, so don't blaming Capitol Hill. It's hearty boys just like me that are signing up to kill. So fuck the Army, the Navy, the Air Force and Marines. The boys and girls that spill the blood that are just like me. Except the kill. And then they die. And I don't care. We don't care. I won't. I won't. We won't take lives