Bring It On

There's a war on the horizon bring it on bring it on
There's a war on the horizon bring it on 
In the time of war men are beasts women are whores
Butchers are priests killing the poor gluttons are feasting on the gore
The secret police are at your door enemy fleets are at your shore

There's a war on the horizon bring it on

I would gladly go to war but for my bum knee and shoulder bone
But I fully support our troops right or wrong
Think of all those wasted lives and all those lonely soldiers wives
Are gonna need my good shoulder to cry on
This is gonna be a good one I can feel it in my bones
Make the last look like the Fourth of July
So hoist your flag and say a prayer and let our boys know that we care 
And appreciate their [bad word] and sacrifice