We've got a message for the D.O.D.

We've come to question their integrity

Eyes opened and bodies charred

We're turning in our values cards



No heart and all of the power

They smoke cigars in the Victory Tower

Never ever had to pay their dues

Tax collectors dressed in ACUs



So lost in your dementia

This world is out to get you

How will you ever find your way back home?



Stop-lossed for your retention

Guess they forgot to mention

Once you're in country you can never go home



A young widow puts her son to bed

Too young to know that his daddy is dead

He joined the Guard for the G.I. Bill

Now he's a number on Capitol Hill



How could we ever let it go this far?

The lonely target of an S&R

Blood stains on his uniform

His body's cold, but his gun is still warm