Braced against the trench Hand clutches the wound Crimson flows over fingers Last breath is consumed And he joins a million more But he fights for the other team, so who cares? While fighting overseas NewsTV It s a shooting spree Why do we wonder how (we got burned) Our kids ever learned to kill? We ve heard the Pope apologize But he won t bring back all those lives He s just a figurehead Politicians aren t known to resurrect Wait til the undropped nukes all rust And the casualties are dust Will the vets be proud of every fired round? Probably Nice work boys, this next round s on me And the bombs come raining down