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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aunty Donna
Aunty Donna
Performer
Tom Armstrong
Tom Armstrong
DJ
Michelle Brasier
Michelle Brasier
Lead Vocals
Broden Kelly
Broden Kelly
Spoken Word
Zachary Ruane
Zachary Ruane
Spoken Word
Mark Bonanno
Mark Bonanno
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Armstrong
Tom Armstrong
Songwriter
Michelle Brasier
Michelle Brasier
Songwriter
Sam Lingham
Sam Lingham
Songwriter
Broden Kelly
Broden Kelly
Songwriter
Zachary Ruane
Zachary Ruane
Songwriter
Mark Bonanno
Mark Bonanno
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aunty Donna
Aunty Donna
Producer
Tom Armstrong
Tom Armstrong
Producer

Lyrics

The eyes of a mother who's lost her son Brother killing brother, has anyone won? How can anybody think that's cool? Hate is the fire, war is the fuel To look your enemy in the eye Just another young guy signed up to die But orders say this is his last breath Piff the grenade, explode him to death Bang, bang, boom, boom, waste that fool Blowing things up ain't cool It isn't cool to take your enemy's flank With an M4 Sherman medium tank Crash, crash, boom Shootin' shit down Blowin' up an entire town of Nazi soldiers in Germany That isn't cool, not according to me War isn't cool, war isn't cool War is only bad and it makes me sad It isn't cool to shoot bad guys dead Shoot them right in the head Even if they deserved it, there's no way that that is sick War is not, not cool War is not, not cool I heard about this dude in World War 1 And this isn't cool, this isn't fun He invaded an enemy trench And he blew eight men to smithereens Then later that day, in the final assault He lit three fucking bombs at once Three fucking bombs at once And he threw two at the enemy And the last one blew up in his hands And he died two days later from the wounds Three fucking bombs at once That dude wasn't cool War isn't cool, war isn't cool War is only bad and it makes me sad F-18 fighter jets aren't a little bit cool Machines of war are only cruel Even if you see them at the cool grand prix They've got cool colours coming out their plane bums Plane bums, not cool Plane bums aren't cool Vietnam? Not cool World War 2? Not cool The Boer War? Not cool World War Z? Script problems Gallipoli War? Not cool Helms Deep? Not cool Tom Hardy flying over Dunkirk to save the day? Not cool But when one more enemy plane rocks up Everyone at Dunkirk's like "Aw, fuck" 'Cause Tom Hardy is outta fuel Hey, spoiler alert? Not cool And the men are like "Well, we're all dead" But then Tom Hardy shoots that plane dead Out of fuckin' nowhere too And he's still got no fuckin' fuel What a fuckin' reckless cunt And Tom lands on the fuckin' beach But he doesn't want the bad dudes to get his planes So he lights his fuckin' Spitfire all-the-fuck-aflame And the enemy come to take him away But he's like "Motherfuckers, I played Bane" But that's not cool, what he did in the air Also, Harry Styles was there Not cool But he's very hot War isn't cool, war isn't cool War is only bad and it makes me sad Even in Goldeneye on 64 You put a proximity mine on the wall You blow your mate up, he's playing Oddjob What a dog, playing Oddjob I hate coming over to his house He always gives me the fucked controller
Writer(s): Thomas Paul Armstrong, Mark Samual Bonanno, Broden Kelly, Samuel Rodney Lingham, Zachary Ruane, Sam Lingham, Michelle Louise Brasier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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