what's left of us? the bombs are falling down and all around but you'll never see coming from where you're standing on the ground shattered homes and burned-out towns can sabotage the best p.r. another country priced to own at the cost of lives in the battle zone we're never fucking coming home so tear those ribbons off your car i'm just a name and a face and a time and a place i'm the lives that i end and face that i save i'm a hero, a victim, a killer, a slave and a dash between dates on a nice early grave there's just no dignity in killing wives and children we fight for democracy, but is that worth more than living? tell yourself they won't betray our trust our aim is true and our cause is just while we rot away in the desert dust of another righteous ground attack. i'm just a man with a gun in a war to be won no more and no less than a profit and sum you want to fight, you want to kill up on capital hill? well, lace up the boots and send your own sons. how many people dead? how many more are dying now? with a rifle to your head it's easy to forget what a war's about.