In Country

We've got a message for the D.O.D.
 We've come to question their integrity
 Eyes opened and bodies charred
 We're turning in our values cards
 No heart and all of the power
 They smoke cigars in the Victory Tower
 Never ever had to pay their dues
 Tax collectors dressed in ACUs
 So lost in your dementia
 This world is out to get you
 How will you ever find your way back home?
 Stop-lossed for your retention
 Guess they forgot to mention
 Once you're in country you can never go home
 A young widow puts her son to bed
 Too young to know that his daddy is dead
 He joined the Guard for the G.I. Bill
 Now he's a number on Capitol Hill
 How could we ever let it go this far?
 The lonely target of an S&R
 Blood stains on his uniform
 His body's cold, but his gun is still warm