Some People Never Get Their Feet On

Comfort His Family With A Telegram, We Regret To Inform You We Lost A Man, But We Gave Him The Highest Medal Of The Land.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

God Isn't Dead - He's Just Missing In Action.

Oh You Tell Me That There's Danger To The Land You Call Your Own, And You Watch Them Build The War Machine Right Beside Your Home, And You Tell Me That You're Ready To Go Marchin' To The War, I Know You're Set For Fighting, But What Are You Fighting For?

So Do Your Duty, Boys, And Join With Prideserve Your Country In Her Suicidefind The Flags So You Can Wave Goodbyebut Just Before The End Even Treason Might Be Worth A Trythis Country Is Too Young To Diei Declare The War Is Overit's Over, It's Over.