There's trouble in Iraq tonight,
And the presidents on the phone.
I had a premonition,
That he should postpone.
I knew the gun was loaded,
But I didn't think he'd kill.
Everything exploded,
And your sons blood began to spill.
So baby, here's your flag,
Put the body bag in your hand.
Here's a little purple heart now,
Go ahead with the funeral planned.
He'll be a hero for twenty hours
And he'll be off to the holy-land
I'm sorry it went down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the war time blues.
Wartime Blues
The sailors and pilots,
The soldiers do caw,
The pay offs and the rip offs,
No one should hem and haw
No matter if it's burial, entombment, or ash,
You've got to carry coffins
Cause you always gnash.
The president is a shady character,
He has lots of dirty deals.
Ev'ry name's an alias
There is no board of appeals
It's the lure of college money,
It's gotta very strong appeal.
Perhaps you'd understand it better
Standin' in a parents shoes,
It's the government enticement,
It's the wartime blues,
Wartime blues.
See the obituaries in the headlines,
You hear it ev'ry day.
They say they're gonna stop it,
But it will not go away.
They be sons and daughters from Miami, some from Conway.,
They hide it up in Telluride,
I mean it's here to stay.
It's propping up the government it about oil thats the view,
You ask any F.B.I. man,
He'll say There's nothin' we can do,
It's coming from the President,
He wants me and you, me and you.
It's a losing proposition,
But one you can't refuse.
It's the politics of War,
It's the wartime blues,
Wartime blues.