War Is Coming

War is coming, coming for your sons War is coming, coming for your soul Stepped into the TV room Through a shadow hot and green To my surprise I saw two dead eyes Staring right back through the screen War is coming, coming for your sons War is coming, coming for your soul I read Sun Tzu and got two tattoos To present my choice in fate Even now every time I salute My right hand reads, simply, hate War is coming, coming for your sons War is coming, coming for your soul I was just a farmer once With my wants tied to my needs Living off of the fat of the land And doing whatever I pleased Got my ticket mailed into town Shipped down to New Orleans My brother called me on the telephone Said man kill you some Viet commies War is coming, coming for your sons War is coming, coming for your soul War is coming, coming for your sons War is coming, coming for your soul