Tell me what I'm supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score?
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
We at war we don't know what for
They made up a reason behind closed doors
At the end of the season we leave
Make an enemy bleed, hit the seashore with the C4
We don't record, we just reload
If you need more it's a cheat code with unlimited rounds
When you hear the sound start hitting the ground
It's time to go make America proud
But This ain't as fun as what they claim it be
This ain't a video game you see
I shot the kid same age as me
'Cause he ain't from the same place as me
Now the bloodstain stays with me
I'm homesick and I miss my mama
Can't sleep, I'm living with this trauma
I wanna just believe the dogma
But I can't take it much longer
Tell me what I'm supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score?
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
(When you ship me off to war)
Yeah
Watch me spend these billions
Bombing these civilians
Making enemies out of children
Am I the good guy? Am I the villain?
I go back and forth, chameleon
My partner next to me
He was twenty-three
When he went out to check the scene
Then he stepped on an IED
Goddamn
Teflon, got a bulletproof vest on
But I still wanna hide and flee
Something died inside
When I wondered why they caught him and not me
This shit ain't always what it seem
When they changing the regime
Better wake me from this crazy dream
Living in the war machine
Tell me what I'm supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score?
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war (woo
Ship me off to war
Ship me off to war
Ship me off to war
Ship me off to war
Joined Uncle Sam as soon as I turned eighteen (oh, no no no)
Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean (oh, no no no)
Follow my command, do or die, ain't no in between (oh, no no no)
Try to wash my hands never gonna get them clean
PTSD, PTSD
I might
I might
Fuck around and start World War III
Tell me what I'm supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score?
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
