Shoot to kill and aim to maim
In the name of war it's all insane
Not a single one to blame
Every good head's hung in shame

Put your logic on the shelf
Definition of modern wealth
Cavalry's coming, emptying shells
You'd better arm yourselves

Missiles and monologues

Cross your t's and dot your I's
They just want your compromise
But you're feeling good, you're feeling high
Just sit back, and let them decide

He's sweating, staring out into space
Salty brow on a solemn face
Testing you and trying fate
Are you gonna take the bait?

Missiles and monologues