I can see it coming,
I can see it clear,
another nation bombed,
can you feel the end creep near?
I can hear the marching,
can you hear it too?
I hear the wardrums pounding,
more blood for the red white and blue.
I can feel the torment,
the fear and the pain,
as the president justifies,
our young soldiers die in vaine.
I can smell the bodies,
this is sad but true,
just becouse they are not american,
dosent mean they dont count too.
I am sick of all the fighting,
look at what we have already been through,
we dont need another sacrifice,
For the red White and blue.