TV screens propagating the deaths
Of all the brave plastic soldiers
Dying for the government's right
To buy and sell the souls of their brethren
Getting off, ejaculation-nation
As the bombs obliterate a religion that differs from
Tolerate the discrimination for a little oil
It's his way, or it's doomsday
There's no open-mindedness to see it my way
A mine explodes, see the child's legs fly-
Crying into the camera, and dying a second later?
Where are you now FCC?
Laughing hysterically at this traumatic scene?
Jerking your cocks to all the torture and pain?
Don't you think that's a bit inhumane?
Of course you don't.
Violence is peachy-keen, everyone's seen blood before
It's saying 'fuck', and seeing people 'fuck'
That's what you abhor
But I guess it's time to stop complaining
Let the war keep entertaining
Because I want all the little children to see
The men and women sent to die
I know it makes the kids feel all warm and fuzzy inside
As long as there's no nudity
Or foul language on the TV screen
Everything will be okay
Just please keep this pornographic war going for one more day,