This Ain't a Movie

[Intro] ( dirty guitar) [Verse 1] Roll the reel, roll the rain, roll the red, Roll the flag above another borrowed dead. Cue the smoke, cue the choir, cue the pride, Cue the kid who never made it home alive. Big brass bands and black-and-white belief, Clean-cut kings selling grief as glory grief. They frame the flame, they praise the perfect shot, Then cut away from everything it got. [Pre-Chorus] Same old saints, Same old snakes, Same old speech For new mistakes. [Chorus] Hey asshole, This ain't a movie. No clean ending, No sad violin. You sell the fire, You sell the fear, Then call it brave From somewhere clear. [Verse 2] Flash the lights, flash the lies, flash the teeth, Flash a medal on a man who cannot sleep. March the boys, march the boys, march them blind, March them through the meat-grinder of someone else's mind. Every bomb gets a beautiful name, Every grave gets a number and a frame. Every mother gets a folded little flag, Every suit gets another polished brag. [Pre-Chorus] Same old saints, Same old snakes, Same old speech For new mistakes. [Chorus] Hey asshole, This ain't a movie. No clean ending, No sad violin. You sell the fire, You sell the fear, Then call it brave From somewhere clear. [Bridge] No devil deal, no midnight sign, Just boardroom wolves in borrowed shine. They don't bleed, they don't crawl, They just clap when cities fall. No final scene, no closing score, Just one more hole, then one hole more. You call it history, call it fate, I call it rich men staying late. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Hey asshole, This ain't a movie. No brave last line, No kiss, no glory. Keep your medals, Keep your wars, I'll keep my guitar Outside your doors. [Outro] Roll the reel. Roll the red. Roll the lie. Roll the dead.