why go to war
to score
just to come home sore
and bored
with tears that poor
and painful memories
that got stuck in your head
because your brains dead
get shot in the rump
a bullet in the gut
look like some guy with funk
smells like a skunk
always gettin drunk
because someone took your bunk
why go to war
loose your wife
your family
and your kids
it aint worth it
not to come home
so why go
why not stay home
and take care of your own thrown
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