Draft Dodgers from Countin' Cards by Escape from the ZOO

I ain't gonna be no cannon fodder for another pointless avoidable war started by a reckless peevish moron high on power they ain't takin' up no arms never a politician in the fray they'll all be well out of harm's way 18 holes and lobster bisque while we take shrapnel in a trench
You can try your best to just ignore it 'til the wars right at your doorstop when it comes a knockin' will it even be your war to fight the president gets spanked in Mar-a-Lago with his binkies and his rattles as were herded off to battle they start their wars then run and hide I already hear those missles singin' loud over my head are you not fearful for tomorrow will you still proudly praise the Potus once we're all as good as dead we're all just bodies for the borrow when the troops are runnin' low
The five thirty five who vote to gamble with our lives you won't catch them there fightin' by your side if shit goes too far south they'll all retreat and cozy up in bunkers invertebrate motherfuckers we're the eggs they crack to make their omelets just toy soldiers in their eyes
And you can try to just ignore it 'til the wars right at your doorstop when it comes a knockin' will it even be your war to fight the president gets spanked in Mar-a-Lago with his binkies and his rattles as were herded off to battle they start their wars then run and hide I already hear those missles singin' loud over my head are you not fearful for tomorrow will you still proudly praise the Potus once we're all as good as dead we're all just bodies for the borrow when the troops are runnin' low
Send the ones who declare to the front lines will they still want a war if it's their hides we refuse to be war monger's puppets our flesh we will not sacrifice for your pockets our blood we'll not spill for your flag.

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