A look at the horror, of the pimps of war
Their weapons who*e, just who wields the missile-co*k?
And even punks scream for sanctioned slaughter
Wholesale murder, s** the butcher's missile co*k
I remember back in '84
When punks opposed all f**ing war
A nuclear threat knocked at our door
But still, a punk was a f**ing punk
You sang 'guns for the Afghan rebels'
Well now those rebels are your devils
America's ego leveled
I thought this was the f**ing point
Punks wrapped up in f**ing flags
I'd like to wrap you up in body bags
Take your f**ing toe tags
And add them to the list of traitors
When did this patriotic pox
Start infecting our punk rock?
Cops and jocks with mohawks
s**ing on the missile co*k