Mission from Hell

Somebody has attacked us and we’ll get our recompense.

The whole idea behind it never made a lot of sense

They said, “Terror started this, and terror must pay,

And whoever isn’t with us now is nothing but prey.”

So with an abstract noun we’re at war, war, war.

On a mission from hell we’re at war, war, war.

With an abstract noun, babe, war, war, war.

On a mission from hell – war, war, war,

War, war, war.

They don’t like our occupation; I don’t think they ever will.

But we have our orders, and it’s orders to kill.

We don’t have to know what the war is about

We just do the killing and we let God sort it out.

With an abstract noun we’re at war, war, war.

On a mission from hell we’re at war, war, war.

With an abstract noun, babe, war, war, war.

On a mission from hell – war, war, war,

War, war, war.

He’ll sort ‘em out in paradise

And I won’t think about it twice.

The pills they give me with my pay

Make the pictures, make the pictures go away.

We messed up the world for you, George,

For Cheney and the neocons, too.

Now Obama is the top dog,

And we’re doing it for him, too.

We’ve sold our souls for whose cause?

We’re doing tours for what?

I’d give it all for a just cause,

But a just cause, a just cause this is not.

With an abstract noun we’re at war, war, war.

On a mission from hell we’re at war, war, war.

With an abstract noun, babe, war, war, war.

On a mission from hell – war, war, war,

War, war, war.

Our puppet leaders

They want war,

War, war, war, war, war.

Our puppet leaders

They want war,

War, war, war, war, war.

David Martin