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Lyrics WWIII – grandson
Tell me what I’m supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
We at war we don’t know what for
They made up a reason behind closed doors
At the end of the season we leave
Make an enemy bleed, hit the seashore with the C4
We don’t record, we just reload
If you need more it’s a cheat code with unlimited rounds
When you hear the sound start hitting the ground
It’s time to go make America proud
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But this ain’t as fun as what they claim it be
This ain’t a video game you see
I shot the kid same age as me
Cuz he ain’t from the same place as me
And now the bloodstain stays with me
I’m homesick
And I miss my momma
Can’t sleep, I’m living with this trauma
I wanna just believe the dogma
But I can’t take it much longer
Tell me what I’m supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
When you ship me off to war
Watch me spend these billions
Bombing these civilians
Making enemies out of children
Am I the good guy, am I the villain
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I go back and forth chameleon
My partner next to me
He was 23
When he Went out to check the scene
Then he stepped on an IED
God damn
Teflon, got a bulletproof vest on
But I still wanna hide and flee
Something died inside
When I wondered why they caught him and not me
This s**t ain’t always what it seem
When they changing the regime
So wake me from this crazy dream
Living in the war machine
Tell me what I’m supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war
Ship me off to war..④
Joined Uncle Sam as soon as I turned 18
Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean
Follow my command, do or die ain’t no in between
Try to wash my hands never gonna get them clean
PTSD PTSD
I might
I might
F**k around and start World War III
Tell me what I’m supposed to think
When the bullets start to pour
Lie about some greater good
When you ship me off to war
Thousand dead on either side
Is there no one keeping score
I just wanna make it home
When you ship me off to war…
➤ Written by Boonn, KRUPA & grandson
Album: death of an optimist
Produced by Boonn & KRUPA
grandson | 2020