Tell Me I'm Wrong

Oh they say that you're a hero I'm telling you you're not You're just a puppy for more war A dumb civvy could not clock I'm not saying I'm not sorry cause being honest is not fun But you're nothing more to me than a moron with a gun Oh come on Tell me tell me I'm wrong Oh come on Tell me tell me I'm wrong Come on Tell me tell me Kick up the bucket and tell me oh Tell me tell me I'm wrong So young Kurty took your leg What a vicious cooking border Bet you wished you'd stayed in bed Instead of taking on those orders No I've not been in your boots but I think it's safe to say We all make our own choices and killing's not ok Killing's not ok Oh tell me tell me I'm wrong Oh come on Tell me tell me I'm wrong Come on Tell me tell me Kick up the bucket and tell me oh Tell me tell me I'm wrong Oh now there's one thing I know It's the law of attraction A science of fate you can act on I know she's real cause I've seen her in action On the fickle and the frail The certain strong and sick Though you'll never understand Cause you're a stubborn son of a prick Stubborn son of a prick Come on Tell me tell me I'm wrong Come on Tell me tell me I'm wrong Come on Tell me tell me Kick up the bucket and tell me oh Tell me tell me I'm wrong Tell me I'm wrong