The oil exchange is for the blood of soldiers
to a man that can't speak simply past his own lips
while mothers and fathers are setting up funerals
sons and daughters deploy off on ships
to one day return in coffins or dog tags
missing in action or a prisoner of war
while the nation grieves while lighting candles
we all wounder what we're actually there for
W.W. 3
clap your hands for what this has become
you've destroyed us before but never again
I'm surprised you weren't assassinated
by the ones who stood tall next to your mark
while the buildings fell burning into the dark
what a mess has been made in the aftermath
kill you like you do to us in Iraq
You're a leader they say
it's bullshit.
you've doomed us all
you've killed us all...
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