No war, no war
Your wounds will be sore
You sell them your soul and they make you their whore
The rich cheer for progress as they bury the poor
Makin' bank sellin' ribbons at your local store
I don't wanna go to war
Mindless violence and pointless gore
But the recruiter said it'd be fun to go to war
"Civilian life? Yeah that's a fuckin bore
you gotta die for your country to be hardcore!"
I don't wanna go to war
Fuck boots on the ground,
I'm not shaving my head
Not risking my life to be a statistic when I'm dead
With my limbs blown off and a bullet in my head
Cause I was sent to the desert to win your bread