WWIII (Explicit)

WWIII (Explicit) - grandson

Lyrics by：Jordan Benjamin/Kevin Hissink/Chester Krupa Carbone

Tell me what I'm supposed to think

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good

When you ship me off to war

Thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

We at war we don't know what for

They made up a reason behind closed doors

At the end of the season we leave

Make an enemy bleed hit the sеashore with the C4

We don't rеcord we just reload

If you need more it's a cheat code with unlimited rounds

When you hear the sound start hitting the ground

It's time to go make America proud

But this ain't as fun as what they claim it be

This ain't a video game you see

I shot the kid same age as me

'Cause he ain't from the same place as me

And now the bloodstain stays with me

I'm homesick and I miss my momma

Can't sleep I'm living with this trauma

I wanna just believe the dogma

But I can't take it much longer

Tell me what I'm supposed to think

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good

When you ship me off to war

Thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

When you ship me off to war

Yeah

Watch me spend these billions

Bombing these civilians

Making enemies out of children

Am I the good guy

Am I the villain

I go back and forth chameleon

My partner next to me he was twenty-three

When he went out to check the scene

Then he stepped on an IED goddamn

Teflon got a bulletproof vest on

But I still wanna hide and flee

Something died inside when I wondered

Why they caught him and not me

This s**t ain't always what it seem

When they changing the regime

Better wake me from this crazy dream

Living in the war machine

Tell me what I'm supposed to think

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good

When you ship me off to war

Thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Ship me off to war

Joined Uncle Sam as soon as I turned eighteen

Oh no no no

Try to wash my hands never gonna get them clean

Oh no no no

Follow my command do or die ain't no in between

Oh no no no

Try to wash my hands never gonna get them clean

PTSD PTSD

I might I might

F**k around and start World War III

Woo

Tell me what I'm supposed to think

When the bullets start to pour

Lie about some greater good

When you ship me off to war

Thousand dead on either side

Is there no one keeping score

I just wanna make it home

When you ship me off to war