War Is Coming

War is coming
Coming for your sons
War is coming
Coming for your song

I stepped into the TV room
Through a shadow hard and green
To my surprise, I saw two dead eyes
Staring right back through the screen

War is coming
Coming for your sons
War is coming
Coming for your song

I've got two tattoos
To prevent my chosen fate
And even now every time I salute
My right hand reads simply hate (hey!)

War is coming
Coming for your sons
War is coming
Coming for your song

I was just a farmer once
With my ropes tied to my knees
Lived in awe with the fat of the land
And did whatever I pleased
I got my ticket man into town
Shipped down to New Orleans
My brother called me on the telephone
And said: Man [?] coming

War is coming
Coming for your sons
War is coming
Coming for your song
War is coming
Coming for your sons
War is coming
Coming for your song