You Sir,
Is one grimy felonious farrow.
Romping through mud,
Chilling me to the marrow.
If it were back in the day,
I would fly through the trees like a sparrow.
Wait until you heard me,
Looked up,
And I'd shoot you with an arrow.
You ruined the whole plan,
man!
Of life being easy or so it would seem.
Now I'm whittling you out of this elusive dream.
I want to go back in time
-
Drink from the Lethe,
And forget about the crime.
Take away your inclination,
That after the war there would be simplification.
We left everything we had over there.
Don't you see?
We came back with nothing left here.
We took so much life, that
we have none left of our own.
Sitting in peril dissatisfaction now all alone.
I think we deserve this life,
For the bullets we shot and all that strife.
Every waking moment I think
if I had just saved up some money and gone to school,
Then I would never have owed shit to this pool.
Of these walking atrocities of which we joined,
With all those phrases that our past comrades coined.
Look at what you've done
Mr. President.
You took a bunch of us and told us we won.
When all that's left are
little pieces buried below,
Of all the massacres our hands created my alleged foe.
But I'm sure it doesn't plague your mind anymore,
You don't lay awake at night thinking about the lives I ripped up
and tore.
