Ages 18 to 29

A War for the ages 

Ages 18-29 that is

Boys turned to men

And men turned to bodies

Bodies turned to heroes

No names, just 1s, and lots of zeroes

Youth and life come and gone

21 guns and their song

Storms from the north

Bringing Winter winds

Guns of August fire 

through November

And you people won't remember

Ya promise once more to never forget

But another war is all we ever get 

Chew 'em up, spit 'em out

Grind 'em to grit

Take the fruit, leave the pit

Brined and dead inside

When ya hear that battle cry 

Look through the propaganda pride

And call 'em out
Call 'em out where they lied

Honor the fallen, 

forget why they fell

Big Sam callin' 'em up

Sending his boys straight to hell

Missin' his legs, but, my neighbor's "doin well"

Fighting war for ages

Tombstones and unwritten pages

Jaws ripped off their faces

Blood dripped, tracing panicked paces

Living with scars nothin' erases.

Soldiers mistreated and abused

Fooled by "duty" and 

the entertainment we call news

Fighting for a win

When the plan is to lose

Tempt 'em with loot

Got em signin' without a clue

Teach 'em to shoot at what they see on the late night news

Now hear 'em sing the empty boot blues.

We call them heroes and
pretend the fight is for freedom

But never stop to ask

What's with all these wars?

Do we really need 'em?

Once again it's time

To remember the fallen

Ghosts of Tonkin' still callin'

Hidin' Ghadaffi's coffin, stallin'

Horrors still hauntin'

It's a web we're caught in

Countin' the wars our

Boys've fought in

And for all our fightin'

All their writhin' dyin'

Its only claps and closed traps

The support we're supplyin'