We wave the flag, rally round
Sing that Old Glory song
Of might and fight, truth and right
But something is terribly wrong
This means war, war, war, war
This means war
Brainwashed into a killing machine
To follow wherever you're led
We just did what they told us to do
Say the living that bury the dead
Brave gallant soldiers? Or political pawns
There's a great deal of money tied up in arms
War, war, war, war
This means war
The war profiteers
Maneuver the gears
Till Their profits are assured
Then the war machine
Unleashes it’s flood
Manufacturing death and blood
Death and blood
Shell shocked eyes relive the horror
With their terrible vision
Trapped inside they peer through the bars
Of their mental prison
The maimed and the wounded return home
To receive a medal and a G I loan
War, war, war, war
This means war
This means war
credits
from State of the Union,
track released January 1, 2019
Written, performed, produced, arranged by Mardell McCombs
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