the soldier thought of his father as he held the loaded gun   he thought of pride, courage, and tradition   and as he emptied out his rifle he brought peace to fruition, holy      with explosions we'll be pious with explosions we'll bring love   our explosions come with blessings from above   and we are twenty years behind we've got two minutes to catch up, hurry      and it's alright, yeah it's ok   it would be better if we turned the other way   because we're dropping bombs for freedom   and it doesn't look pretty      pride is always higher when the caskets can't be shown   and pride survives from all that is unknown   now I stand helpless and humbled children die inside their homes, sorry      I don't want to die   not for a country, for a politician's lie   it's just a flag it's just a border   it's not sacred or divine      it's not alright, it's not ok   it would be better if we looked it in the face   somehow I wish I could show the world they don't represent me   a bomb is not compassion a bullet's not the only way