the soldier thought of his father as he held the loaded gun
he thought of pride, courage, and tradition
and as he emptied out his rifle he brought peace to fruition, holy

with explosions we'll be pious with explosions we'll bring love
our explosions come with blessings from above
and we are twenty years behind we've got two minutes to catch up, hurry

and it's alright, yeah it's ok
it would be better if we turned the other way
because we're dropping bombs for freedom
and it doesn't look pretty

pride is always higher when the caskets can't be shown
and pride survives from all that is unknown
now I stand helpless and humbled children die inside their homes, sorry

I don't want to die
not for a country, for a politician's lie
it's just a flag it's just a border
it's not sacred or divine

it's not alright, it's not ok
it would be better if we looked it in the face
somehow I wish I could show the world they don't represent me
a bomb is not compassion a bullet's not the only way