Tommy Gun

Little boy solider Tommy Gun
 He'd kill to play "peace keeper man"
 It's a little game he learned from dad
 His daddy was a "peace keeper" in Iraq
 Pretending he's off solidering, in a distant far off land
 He cocks his gun, he shoots you down
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Teaching the children to murder
 Sunday morning, off to church,
 A red faced preacher sweating words
 This fat old fuck goes on and on
 Tommy learned a special lesson
 "Thou shall love they neighbor,
 And thou shall never kill,
 Void in name in cash"
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Teaching the children to murder
 You're going to dream tonight little boy,
 And in that nightmare you're going to wake up to think...
 That's when you'll get it
 They punish anyone, don't you know
 That shows any sign of understanding
 More than their rhetoric
 Just like his dad, and his dad's dad before him
 Tommy went off to fight in a war
 And protect his people from an inhumane race,
 From an out of sight threat, in a far away place
 And just before Tommy got shot down, he stopped to think,
 To ask himself, "Are their armies also made up of their poor?"
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Murder again, and again, and again
 Teaching the children to murder