War
I DREAMT I WAS IN A WAR
FIGHTING IMAGINARY BULLETS
SOME OF THEM WERE REAL
SOME OF THEM GOT THE PEOPLE DOWN
AND SOME OF THEM I'D FEEL
SOME OF THEM WENT THROUGH MY HEAD
NOW SOME OF THEM WON’T HEAL
IN THIS WAR
I SAW A PRESIDENT
THAT MADE US CALL HIM BOSS
WE USE TO SEE HIM ON TV
IN WESTERNS GETTING SHOT
NOW HES GETTING OLD
HE CALLED US TO BE FREE
THEN SENT US TO A GREAT WAIST LAND
TO FIGHT INSANITY
IN THIS WAR,
I SAW A LITTLE CHILD
WHO GAVE ME SUCH A GIFT
SHE TOOK ME BY THE HAND
AND THEN SHE BLEW US BOTH TO BITS
THE PEOPLE LAUGH ON THE OTHER SIDE
TILL THEIR CHILDREN DIE
THEY CRY INSIDE, NO MORE
AND BURY THEIR HEAD
IN A HOLEY BOOK OF WAR
THEY NEVER QUESTIONED WHY
THEY NEVER SAW HIM DIE
THEY NEVER SAW THE SHATTERED MAN
COME BACK HOME INSIDE.
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