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
