I was working on the apocalypse and then it came,
I forgot the lord’s name.
I couldn’t say anything as the dark skies broke,
When he asks me about that, I’ll blame it on my throat.
I’d rather die in my bed than fight in a war,
Especially the one they want me to die for.
I’ll volunteer for the volunteers, dieing against the clock in time,
To ensure they aren’t later charged with war crimes.
There must be a time to say that enough is enough,
And all the cowboy sneer isn’t going to make the weak tough.
If the Blackhawk helicopters land on our roof at night,
Then others must take up the residence to keep up the fight.
They’ll tell you to die for the freedoms of others,
Tell them to explain that to the children’s fathers and mothers.
I won’t tell anyone anything they don’t want to hear,
And that is exactly the reason we’ve wound up here.
A problem with war is that leaders will cut corners to preserve their salaries,
Open up the newspaper and look at the casualties.