WWIII

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

'Cause he ain't from the same place as me

And now the bloodstain stays with me

I'm homesick and I miss my momma

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

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 23 when he went out to check the scene

Then he stepped on an IED

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

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

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 18 (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