I don't wanna fight anyway   I don't wanna take the things you own   I don't wanna put myself at risk   So someone else can take their throne      I would put them all in a room   Give em all the guns and clips they need   I would put a seed in their minds   That foreigners are based on greed      Soldier machismo and his morals   Who am I to know what they've saved me from   And what is there to say that if they all lay down   My home would be gone      I wanna put glue down your gun   Imagine pointing that thing at your son   When he dies you'll tell us we've won   And there'll be no invasion      Broken shells and twisted metal   Flaming egos, wilting petals   Look outside your eyes are sore   Now tell me who won the war