Cannon Fodder

Florin tells the world they’ve got the ICBM

almost reached Honolulu on the second try


our leader cracks a so-called joke about what they’ve been eating


is it sleeting? Where is Florin? he’s not even wondering why


Guilder tells the world they’re rolling out the navy


a mighty ring of bases to surround a southern sea


our leader says I think you're wrong, the shipping lanes are neutral


Guilder calls his bluff, says no, not according to me



and this would all be comical
if the fallout didn't hit so close to home


and this would be hysterical
if our policy had steel beneath the chrome


and our leader was no defrauder


and I didn’t feel like cannon fodder


from the moment I open my eyes in the morning



Fredonia tells the world they’re getting overrun by bears


the mountain lines ain’t holding and they’re breaking through


our leader watching TV, he's preening and strutting


he has no fucks left to give regarding what his allies do


Sylvania tells the world we’re taking back the desert


and just because, perhaps a little ethnic cleansing on the side


our leader isn't sending the ambassadors to bargain


gives them severance and bans the refugees nationwide



and this would all be comical
if the fallout didn't hit so close to home


and this would be hysterical
if our policy had steel beneath the chrome


and our leader was no marauder


and I didn’t feel like cannon fodder


from the moment I open my eyes in the morning


Florin calls for war on us and everything we stand for


Guilder stands discreetly at their side


Fredonia falls to predators, Sylvania's exploding


our fearless leader isn’t mystified


the budget got through ways and means with credit card increases


the troops got everything they could get


the funding got diverted to save our vested interest


now there's nothing left for the social safety net



our leader tells the nation, trust me, we got war all over


he's bringing back the draft for every mother’s son


don't kid yourself, we ain't here for anybody’s honor


and these shoulders weren’t made to hoist a gun



and this would all be comical
if the shrapnel didn't hit so close to home


but this is now hysteria
the bears are prowling everywhere in the combat zone


he’s led us to the slaughter


and I am cannon fodder


some morning I won’t open up my eyes