Lyrics

VERSE:
Now at the end of the day,
once all the dust settles,
it seems like we've made a deal
to dance with the devil.
Now our soul's lost,
just like Hansel and Gretle
without the breadcrumbs.
So now the wet buns have become
human bombs and AK-47s;
we can't find Osama,
so we settle for Saddam.
Hmm, Democratic or even Republican?
It doesn't even matter,
I don't trust either one.

Verse 1:
My letter to the editor,
And to all the competitors,
From the king of the metaphors,
In the land of the predators:
May you rest in peace nevermore.
I reach in my heart and let it pour
Through songs and literature.
Page after page,
You can all feel the rage
And the fire and desire
That’s left upon a stage
Wherever we play.
People have swayed,
We always made the grade.
I’m ready for war,