It's not getting any better
Can you see all of the pain?
It's always been real easy for you
to find someone else to blame

You said
"Need War
It's right
It's one we need and
we have to fight"
Got your War
Now we must bear it
and it grieves me greatly
that you don't seem to care

(No, you don't)
(No, you don't)
(No, you don't)
(No, you don't, Sir)

You sure disappoint me
With what comes out of your mouth
In Iraq you send folks to War
But you chose to sit yours out

Now it's too late
We fight
the Quagmire deepens
Our Nation's Plight
Your War
Now one thing is plain
Many have buried their Brothers
And soon many Others
Your War
(Yes, it is...George...Your War)

(Yes...Your War, George)

Someday you'll need forgiveness
From your actions; many dead
You say you pray to Jesus
Did you hear anything He said?
Well, you asked for War
and It's what we got
This War you gave us
now it Stinks of rot
This War
It is quite Insane
As we all bury our Brothers
Do you feel all our Pain?

You said
"War was essential"
I say that it was not
"This War was essential"
Clearly, it was not
You, Mr. President, sir
you've put us in this spot
How long 'til we can get out?
Got what you wanted
But all we got is Hurt

Your War
Our Blood
Your Lies
You did not do what you should

Your Lies
will be discovered
we promise
My Brothers

You Lie
But you show no shame
Meanwhile we bury more others
Bury our Brothers
Why?

Why?

(Why?)

(Why?)
(Man, come on, tell us George...)

(Why?)
(come on, tell us, man)

(Geor-or-horge !)
(come on, tell)

(Geor-or-horge !)

(Geor-or-horge !)

(Geor-or-horge !)

(Geor-or-horge !)

(Geor-or-horge !)