Greedy Old Men With Fountain Pens
© 2006 Jubal Lee Young (BMI)

Why the hell do we go to war
For the haves and the have mores
In the name of Haliburton
In the name of God
In the name of Exxon
Yee haw! Jihad!

How can they have so many heart attacks when the clearly have no heart?
Guns don’t kill people, that’s just a means to an end
It’s all being done by greedy old men with fountain pens

It’s easy to have those big brass balls
Hiding out in their mahogany halls
You never see them send
Their own daughters and sons
And their pride is much deadlier
Than any gun

Why do they bother to apologize when they plainly have no shame?
Bombs don’t kill people, that’s just a means to an end
It’s all being done by greedy old men with fountain pens

Why the hell do we go to war
For the haves and the have mores
In the name of Haliburton
In the name of God
In the name of Exxon
Yee haw! Jihad!

How can they have so many heart attacks when the clearly have no heart?
Guns don’t kill people, that’s just a means to an end
It’s all being done by greedy old men with fountain pens