The soldier thought of his father as he held the loaded gun He thought of pride, courage, and tradition And as he emptied out his rifle he brought peace to fruition, holy With explosions we'll be pious with explosions we'll bring love Our explosions come with blessings from above And we are twenty years behind we've got two minutes to catch up, hurry And it's alright, yeah it's ok It would be better if we turned the other way Because we're dropping bombs for freedom And it doesn't look pretty Pride is always higher when the caskets can't be shown And pride survives from all that is unknown Now I stand helpless and humbled children die inside their homes, sorry I don't want to die Not for a country, for a politician's lie It's just a flag it's just a border It's not sacred or divine It's not alright, it's not ok It would be better if we looked it in the face Somehow I wish I could show the world they don't represent me A bomb is not compassion a bullet's not the only way