Corpses Pull Triggers

Execute the murderer from next door Praise the one you sent to war Who stormed into another's home Leaving behind blood and bones For missions so vague or superficial Must be something political So put down that book And take this shiny new gun Because weak, we cannot look And serving your country is fun Take orders to kill on sight With great displays of might So bomb and set aflame And piss on bodies with no shame A hero in the States And then Death incarnate Our kids wish for toys and dollar bills Others pray for a mom and dad After soldiers came over their hill Think those kids will grow up mad? And we wonder how terrorists became so crazed Probably because their family died in a gunfire haze And soldiers we continue to send This bloody cycle will never end