Dali's Picture

It's time to act like a man It isn't part of my plan To die in some foreign land Just like the razor in Dali's picture Well there won't be any blood on my hands What do they want me to be? Cowards or killers are we What do I really believe? Hobson's choice it seems I'm caught Between the devil and the deep blue sea And his only legacy Was a death without a face Whose hands were stained with blood Whose eyes were filled with dirt Ran to meet his fate In someone else's war Little consolation For my little orphan boy That's war, boy Go out and give it your best Go out and slaughter the pest Go out and kill with the rest If you excel yourself they'll give you A tin star you can pin to your chest And his only legacy Was a death without a face Whose hands were stained with blood Whose eyes were filled with dirt Ran to meet his fate In someone else's war Little consolation For my little orphan boy That's war, boy You have a numbing aversion to dying You have a numbing aversion to dying Cowards or killers are we Cowards or killers are we Just like the razor in Dali's picture Just like the razor in Dali's picture Just like the razor in Dali's picture Check out the razor in Dali's picture Whoopsy daisy