Afghanistan was the main course,
Iraq the dessert,
Many blunders made, so many lives lost,
They coined the word hero, but the heroes were all cadavers,
I longed to see a hero I could talk to,
The blood thirsty vampire top brass planning another battle even before the last soldier had hit the ground,

Ghost towns are sprouting all over this land,
women turned lesbians for there are no more men to be had,
Out of prime grand papas are the new svengalis,
I hate the game of war, yet I hate the man who sanctions war even more,
President why not send your own child to the war front,

Zillion-trillons of thousands of millions,
Poured down the drain in chase of dominion,
Soldiers turn the gun on the president of war,
And all the war games will be done for...