O' the Wicked Lies
WARMONGERS
I heard we lost another brother
His body blown apart
IED’s no heart
What the hell, there isn’t even a war
Searching for body parts amongst the blood and gore
Send him home as a hero
All boxes ticked by the bureau
Another widow, grieving parents, a son and a daughter
Was anything worth it, this aimless slaughter
Not our country, but, we invade
Everyone one of us getting played
Has any country gone straight after we leave
O’ the wicked lies the bureaus weave
Soon as I can I’m buying my way out
Lose my pension no doubt
I won’t be watching the home news
The bureau dropping the clues
We need to invade for our own cause
Fool those who stand by and applause
As we send another dead brother or sister home
The bureau suffering from warmonger syndrome
Not counting the dead or to our country the bloody cost
For them one day retired, their hands washed
The price we pay for our arrogance
Leaving nothing behind, but a bad inheritance
O’ the wicked lies the bureaus weave
O’ the wicked lies the bureaus weave
O’ the wicked lies the bureaus weave
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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