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SMOKESCREEN By Andrew Bayuk
I don’t want to go to war I just can’t take it, just can’t fake it. I don’t want to fight for oil You can’t fool me
I’ll always defend my home But that’s not the reason; it’s your own treason Lying right to our own About your war
Just tell me, don’t sell me How does this protect us, nobody respects us Our trouble, now double The enemy is breeding, their philosophy is seeding
I don’t want to go to this war Fight the wrong enemy, no don’t send me I think we'd better settle the score With the gathering storm.
You know that if you tell the truth The People won’t take it, they’d just forsake And you know if you told the truth It’d be curtains for you.
Illegal, unseemly Innocent civilians, sent there to protect them The Mayhem, the ravage Calling little children collateral damage.
Because I really love my home I’ll always defend it, never rear-end it. Can you really say the same with your draft dodging games?
Still I respect the troops. So bring them home safely, they went and fought bravely They give their life for you But you won’t give them the truth
Those weapons, where are they, then you say dictator - what will it be later? Now freedom, still cheat ‘em You’ve caused them major chaos Is that why they now hate us?
I don’t want to go to war I just can’t take it, just can’t fake it. I don’t want to fight for oil You can’t fool me
I don't want to go this war to fight the wrong enemy, no don't send me. I'd really rather settle the score with the perpetrator.
Copyright © 2005 Andrew Bayuk All Rights Reserved
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