Boots on the Ground

They sign the orders With blood on the page The war-room full of suits Smiling through the rage They call it duty They call it pride While trucks roll out And kids learn to hide Every headline feeds them Every flag they wave They cash in on our silence Then send us to our grave But we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) Yeah we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) They count their money proud (and laugh out loud) While we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) The factories glow at dawn Not with prayer, with greed A wall of private numbers Tells them what we need If peace is bad for business Then business is this war If people are just a number What are we fighting for? Every headline feeds them Every flag they wave They cash in on our silence Then send us to our grave But we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) Yeah we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) They count their money proud (and laugh out loud) While we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) We don't want your medals For followin' the brass We don't want your angles For the price of gas If you come round some time And I see you pass I'll take this worn out boot of mine And shove it up your.... But we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) Yeah we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground) They count their money proud (and laugh out loud) While we got boots on the ground (boots on the ground)