The life of politics simmers
through my veins.
Flames fueled in my heart,
by fragments of truth and freedom.
My brain concealed by the war,
I don't know what Bush's words are worth.
The media? Is it truth or business?
My soul taken hostage by "What's right?"
American b.s. saying
"
Give up, we have your life surrounded!"
Grenades dropped at my left,
A-K's poppin' at my right,
told to stand "my" ground,
ironic memories of dodge ball.
I think I'm going AWOL,
I'm a vet of politics,
I'm a vet of the AMERICAN WAY.