Acceptable Losses

Fabric threadbare

Shallow eyes

Mouth turned downward

From all the lies

Said they’d always be the best

Now no one is here

As they’re laid to rest

Gave it all

And gave it again

But they pulled em back

Let the other ones win

Can’t get the images out of their heads

All of the body parts, all of the dead

Little boy with big bomb

Strapped to his chest

Shoot him between the eyes

Just like the rest

Why did they do it

What was the point

It was what it was man

Just pass me that joint

And stop your yackin

Let it go for awhile

Ain’t nobody here cares

We’ve all been that mile

Just finish up this burying

Let’s get down the way

My son’s joined the Army

And he’s leaving today

You know there ain’t no jobs

What am I supposed to say

To wait, round the corner

There’s gonna be a new day?

We all know that’s bull man

It ain’t getting no better

It’s the same as it was

When we got our letter

Let him take his chances

Make a mark for his self

There’s no food on his table

No supplies on the shelf

How’s a man gonna feed his family

With a job like you and me

Burying these poor suckers

… only their headstones are free

So lets bury them shallow

Let the rain do the rest

they’re America’s finest

they’re America’s best