Young, dumb, and numb
They wrap their childhood pain
Around the cold triggers
Of their weapons
Every slap
Every blow
Every shaming word
Is in the squeeze of every trigger
Every withheld kiss
Every withheld hug
Every unspoken word of praise
Is in the jerk of every weapon's recoil
It feels good!
Take that, you bastard!
Eat that, you rag-head motherf*cker!
f*ck you, anyone who ever hurt us!
Thank you, George Bush
For giving us an outlet for our rage!
Thank you, Dick Cheney
For giving us pretty uniforms
And powerful weapons to play with!
Thank you, Condoleeza Rice
For giving us an excuse
To vent our frustrations on the world!
We don't know history
We don't know anything about politics
We don't know anything about the enemy
We don't know anything about life
But now, we know how to shoot
And we know how to kill
Now, we know how to do what we're told
And we know how to feel good about it
Now, we feel strong
and now, we feel powerful
Now, we feel like men!
And these boys, who feel like men
Continue to drive around Iraq
Getting their asses blown off
And these children, who feel like men
Continue to kick in doors
Increasing the hatred towards them
And these babies
Continue to strut their stuff
Sucking up the memories of those they kill
While their leaders argue over what to do
While their leaders talk about how great they are
While their leaders, shamelessly, entice them
While their leaders continue to send them into hell
And when they come home...
Who will explain what happened to them?
Who will help them deal with their new pain?
Who will forgive them when they attack the rest of us?
Who will save them from the madness they carry?
Young, dumb, and numb
They wrap their childhood pain
Around the cold triggers
Of their weapons
