There's a war on the horizon bring it on bring it on There's a war on the horizon bring it on In the time of war men are beasts women are whores Butchers are priests killing the poor gluttons are feasting on the gore The secret police are at your door enemy fleets are at your shore
There's a war on the horizon bring it on
I would gladly go to war but for my bum knee and shoulder bone But I fully support our troops right or wrong Think of all those wasted lives and all those lonely soldiers wives Are gonna need my good shoulder to cry on This is gonna be a good one I can feel it in my bones Make the last look like the Fourth of July So hoist your flag and say a prayer and let our boys know that we care And appreciate their struggle and sacrifice