Little boy solider Tommy Gun   He'd kill to play "peace keeper man"   It's a little game he learned from dad   His daddy was a "peace keeper" in Iraq   Pretending he's off solidering, in a distant far off land   He cocks his gun, he shoots you down   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Teaching the children to murder   Sunday morning, off to church,   A red faced preacher sweating words   This fat old fuck goes on and on   Tommy learned a special lesson   "Thou shall love they neighbor,   And thou shall never kill,   Void in name in cash"   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Teaching the children to murder   You're going to dream tonight little boy,   And in that nightmare you're going to wake up to think...   That's when you'll get it   They punish anyone, don't you know   That shows any sign of understanding   More than their rhetoric   Just like his dad, and his dad's dad before him   Tommy went off to fight in a war   And protect his people from an inhumane race,   From an out of sight threat, in a far away place   And just before Tommy got shot down, he stopped to think,   To ask himself, "Are their armies also made up of their poor?"   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Murder again, and again, and again   Teaching the children to murder.