It’s true what they say, about war
It’s the rich who start it, those that suffer being the poor
We work our butts off from day to day
Only to spill a little more blood, for you to stay in the good old USA.

I personally have no time, for this pointless violence
All I ask of you is a simple minute of silence!
You know that fleeting minute, when no one’s in pain?
But then again, we don’t really know how to play that game.

No screaming, no yelling, no playing, no fighting,
Try to run away from it all, just like I did.
You won’t get far, trust me on that,
They’ll pull you back in, dragging you on your back.

Let’s put away the guns and accusations please,
Maybe it’s time we pay a little respect to the world we've made!
The world’s not ours for the taking that’s for sure,
But we’re the USA, so we’ll make it our goal anyway!

In the end, it’s not the battles you’ve triumphantly won
Not the people you’ve killed, or those you’ve over run.
It’s the times you’ve fallen, and gotten right back up,
It’s the one’s you’ve lost and successfully over come.