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I ain't gonna be no cannon fodder for another pointless avoidable war started
by a reckless peevish moron high on power they ain't takin' up no arms never a
politician in the fray they'll all be well out of harm's way 18 holes and
lobster bisque while we take shrapnel in a trench
You can try your best to just ignore it 'til the wars right at your doorstop
when it comes a knockin' will it even be your war to fight the president gets
spanked in Mar-a-Lago with his binkies and his rattles as were herded off to
battle they start their wars then run and hide I already hear those missles
singin' loud over my head are you not fearful for tomorrow will you still
proudly praise the Potus once we're all as good as dead we're all just bodies
for the borrow when the troops are runnin' low
The five thirty five who vote to gamble with our lives you won't catch them
there fightin' by your side if shit goes too far south they'll all retreat and
cozy up in bunkers invertebrate motherfuckers we're the eggs they crack to make
their omelets just toy soldiers in their eyes
And you can try to just ignore it 'til the wars right at your doorstop when
it comes a knockin' will it even be your war to fight the president gets
spanked in Mar-a-Lago with his binkies and his rattles as were herded off to
battle they start their wars then run and hide I already hear those missles
singin' loud over my head are you not fearful for tomorrow will you still
proudly praise the Potus once we're all as good as dead we're all just bodies
for the borrow when the troops are runnin' low
Send the ones who declare to the front lines will they still want a war if
it's their hides we refuse to be war monger's puppets our flesh we will not
sacrifice for your pockets our blood we'll not spill for your flag.
