WWIII - grandson

Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good‬

When you ship me off to war‬

A thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score‬?

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

We at war, we don't know what for

They made up a reason behind closed doors

At the end of the season, we leave

Make an enemy bleed, hit the sеashore with the C4

We don't rеcord, we just reload

If you need more, it's a cheat code with unlimited rounds

When you hear the sound, start hitting the ground

It's time to go make America proud

But this ain't as fun as what they claim it be

This ain't a video game, you see

I shot the kid same age as me

'Cause he ain't from the same place as me

And now the bloodstain stays with me

I'm homesick and I miss my mama

Can't sleep, I'm living with this trauma

I wanna just believe the dogma

But I can't take it much longer

Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good‬

When you ship me off to war‬

A thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score‬?

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

When you ship me off to war

Yeah

Watch me spend these billions

Bombing these civilians

Making enemies out of children

Am I the good guy?

Am I the villain?

I go back and forth, chameleon

My partner next to me, he was twenty-three

When he went out to check the scene

Then he stepped on an IED, goddamn

Teflon, got a bulletproof vest on

But I still wanna hide and flee

Something died inside when I wondered

Why they caught him and not me

This shit ain't always what it seem

When they changing the regime

Better wake me from this crazy dream

Living in the war machine

Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good‬

When you ship me off to war‬

A thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score‬?

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Joined Uncle Sam as soon as I turned eighteen (Oh no, no, no)

Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean (Oh no, no, no)

Follow my command, do or die, ain't no in between (Oh no, no, no)

Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean

(PTSD, PTSD)

I might, I might

Fuck around and start World War III

(Woo)

Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good‬

When you ship me off to war‬

A thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score‬?

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war