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 ³NewsTV² It¹s a shooting spree Why do we wonder how (we got burned) Our kids ever learned to kill? We¹ve heard the Pope apologize But he won¹t bring back all those lives He¹s just a figurehead Politicians aren¹t known to resurrect WaitŠ¹til 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 round¹s on me And the bombs come raining down