Teacher, bring me to Heaven or leave me alone   Why make me work so hard when you know I work slow?   Don't make us watch you scrap more powder on the wall   Show us a laser, take us to space, or let us go   We've got violent games of ours at home.      We've seen this angst take shape, don't hide those guilty eyes   You gave us guns for toys, we trained with cross-hair scopes   And in the name of peace, we make war      Sergeant, I don't remember how you said to deal with guilt   I'm haunted by families grieving, even soldier's kids   Is it God against God and the pawns are people?   If they're both the same god, then the battle's over      Preacher, am I going to make it?   Am I going up?   Am I forgiven for the humans I dropped?   It's not like a game once the guilt piles up   If I knew what I know now, it's easy to say, I wouldn't go      We know how hate takes shape, don't hide those guilty eyes   You gave us guns for toys, and false beliefs then lies   We were taught that God prefers the USA   Just like the billboard sign, "This is God's country"         If it's true that God prefers the USA   Is every bomb we drop in God's name?