He put down his college books and picked up an M-16

Traded in his J-Crew for camouflage green,

Did a few months in basic training,

And kissed his family good-bye,

Now he’s fighting for his life in Iraq over a political lie.

He thought he had an obligation as an American man,

But now he’s fighting in a war that he doesn’t understand.

Political propagandists waging a self interest war,

"Democracy" is an oil stain beneath the blood and gore.

Too late, there’s no escape from this murderous illusion

It’s puppet master Bush’s mass abuse and mass confusion.

After two short months he’s returning home,

And the penalty is great;

With the stars and stripes draped over his coffin,

He’s flown back to the States.

His mother cries and his father is shaken but silent

During the twenty-one gun salute.

Now all that remains of an 18 year old boy

Is a medal

And spit-shined boots…