Exit Strategy lyrics by Valient Thorr

They sent your son with a plan,
To fight some war in a desert land,
He ain’t gonna come home again
He’s makin' some money for a texas man

Helicopters in the sky,
All the little soldiers die,
Their mothers and their daughters cry,
Cause of politicians lies!

Have your innocence stolen and your traded like a slave have your promises broken and your in for an early grave they’re deep in the schools now
Recruitin for their war they know to skip all the rich kids, cause the focus is on the poor.

It's always been like this, you wanna be all you can be first they shave all your hair off, and then your no longer free.

I have never understood compliance to assimilation that just doesn’t make sense take a look at
The state of the world, I've never seen foreign relations more tense chaos reigns where troops are stationed, a panel of suits couldn’t save
Em if they tried bombed on all sides- no plan for escape, this mission is fucked! this mission is fucked!

All this is is a money game, let’s get down to the core,
Fight your battles here a home and don’t go off to war don't waste your time stealin oil, for bush and uncle sam, they don’t give a damn about our lives, this war was all their scam preying on minorites insecurities in ads, the possiblility of winning a war on terrorism is mad.

The oppurtunity just didn’t arise, this was all a part of their plan, Do you think they give 2 shits about the future man?

Don’t give up on your dreams my son,
The fight for terrorism can’t be won,
With guns and bombs and tanks and planes, peaceful progression is the only way!