I’m sorry but I feel I’m being taken for
I feel I’m being used
I feel all shaken
I feel I’ve been abused
I’m sick of all these little games
Only leading to more pain
With only so much hope left
I need you to hold on to the rest
I’m sorry but I feel I’m being taken for
I feel I’m being used
I feel all shaken
I feel I’ve been abused
I’m sick of all these little games
Only leading to more pain
With only so much hope left
I need you to hold on to the rest
I remember the day
that Washington burned,
And the bloody bits of JFK
still floating in
that Cuban bay
Hey, Hey, LBJ,
How many Kids
Did you Kill today?
Well, what can I say?
I wasn’t there to count ’em.
Napalm and Vietnam,
and a broken Saigon
and Viet-cahn,
Now President Saddam
and a Hydrogen bomb;
War.
What is it good for?
Look down and be reminded by your stumps
that you Can’t
Stand Up for your rights,
You left your legs in Afghanistan,
Just like your Dad left His in Iran!
Wheres the Taliban? There they are!
In the twisted scalding nails
And bits of metal in my Entrails!
In the desecrated monuments
And in the Veiled Females!
The Enemy is in my Head,
And if I shoot him Now,
He will be Dead.