whats so wrong with war?
we need some bloodshed now and then
remember the 60s
wasnt that romantic?
it gave us Fortunate Son
save for some antics
and all the semantics
needless to say they bore me
we all had oodles of fun
who gives a shit if we won?

wanna be held in splendor
im chafin up
pick up a sword or gun
what the hell would Kubrick have done
if napalm werent invented

you never asked what im going through
and if you did
well i couldn't hear you
over the sound of my voice
my inner monologue
it drowns out all the noise
the pointlessness of
introspection and i expect that
ill lie patiently in wait for the day
that ill be told
it's time to go
to face the faceless enemy
and be so bold

(i am drenched in dresden. a fountain of youth to soak your head in. douse your hands and raise them. i am the paver of golden streets dirtied by feet of people who are already dead but dont know it yet.)

but i cant wait that long
i feel so wrong
im fuckin bored to shreds
i wanna see some heads tumblin
across the floor and
tell all the boys back home
that this is all for the best

oh yeah
forget about it baby
just stand right there and
give me a m a y b e
want you to move it
move it or LOSE IT now
come on shake your butt and
i dont wanna hear fuckin nothin

it's getting hot in here
and i feel attacked
i wish somebody would
let in a draft
let's get some air
go over there
i need a remedy
i need something to believe
peacetime is no time
and i feel like im wasting mine
stuntin all my violent tendencies
and bottled up emotions
when i display concerning
behavior it's not my problem
it's not preexisting trauma
it's just cuz i love my mama
you get what you paid for
you better be so greatful

im my own fuckin man
i got my own fuckin plan
part of something so large
let em know whos in charge
im burstin at the seams
you dont even have to convince me
this is all i need
gimme all your respect
it's all for the best

i cant remember a time
i felt was entirely mine
dont ever ask me for an
inward temperamental analysis
'go straight into paralysis at
the very notion
of a self reflection session
id rather exist as a vulture
cloaca deep in an
endless war culture
buying camo cargo shorts
filling my pockets with beans
cause im feelin right now
like im part of a machine
that feeds into my
institutionally induced sentiments
of home
and peace

okAy
one more time i guess
but things are
d i f f e r e n t now
this is an indefinite propagation of
an ideal ideology
not an invasaive species
a beacon of hope and consistency
can't bear to hold my tongue
even before weve won
dont tell me what ive done
i am my father's son
it's a necessity
and it gets the best of me when
i cry at you incessantly
to laugh at waxing death

this is an ode to you
(ive never felt so close to you)
it makes me feel so old it's true
(when i say and do these things)
it's not just cause i want it
(it's because i needed to)
we've never been so old
we're the pavers of these
streets of gold
it was never ours to hold
can you see your reflection
when you look down, are you in paradise?
or is it just another pair of eyes

oooo it's not hard to see
(this economy)
is dependent on me
this is freedom
in its prime
(all this time)

peacetimes the only time
that i feel like im scraping by just
wasting all my violent tendencies
on bottled up emotions
gonna display concerning behavior
to solve my problems
yeah it's a lifetime of trauma
i swear i love my mama
this is what you pay for
you better be so goddamn grateful

this is what you paid for
you better be so careful