Jesse Welles Lyrics
Well, you can fail all your life
Fail your children and your wives
Fail your army, your veterans, and more.
The king will put you on a leash and slap your back and say,
"Pete, you're the madam secretary of war."
And into the fire,
the great quagmire,
into the great meat grinder of death.
If y'all want it so bad,
get off your own ass and get out there
Lindsay Graham and Hegseth.
Well, sometimes you attack to get ahead of getting back
for an attack that was never made.
It's called 4D chess
The king is doing his best
so you better get out of the way.
And into the fire,
the great quagmire,
into the last great errand of fools.
A generation's last gasp
as it struggles to grasp
the lost inheritance of world rule.
There's a blood lust in suburbia.
Something sick, not well.
As they stare down the barrel of death
and they quarrel
who they're going to take with them to hell.
And into the fire,
the great quagmire.
Oh, every war is a lie.
Sure, some come back with their bodies intact,
but they all lose a bit of their minds.
