Obama has been dawdling but it looks like our military-industrial complex have given the orders to attack Syria.
I wrote this song over twenty years and four or five wars ago. It still applies today.
BIG SHIPS IN A SMALL SEA
Got my hand on my heart.
I'm doing my part.
It's just a small war
but at least it's a start.
So let's take a swipe
at a guy we dislike.
Wipe off his smile
with one quick airstrike.
We've got five year-olds in camouflage,
patriotic hits with a bullet you can't dodge.
Let's fly unfriendly skies where the peace is their Mirage.
Buy our brand of democracy:
Big ships in a small sea.
In the land of palm trees
this war was a breeze.
They line their crooked streets
cheering you and me.
We wipe out their stores,
treat their women like whores.
A few kids get killed,
but, hell, this is war.
See us jumping out of aeroplanes,
kicking ass and taking names,
just like the ads on the Sunday football games.
It's a kind of destiny:
Big ships in a small sea.
Watching TV
my eyes are fatigued.
Is the war over yet?
Who's the enemy?
They hide everywhere.
They don't fight fair.
I keep asking myself
what are we doing there?
It seems this time we've hit a snag.
Boys come back in body bags.
Fighting someone else's war is such a drag.
From here to eternity:
Big ships in a small sea.
