War Is Coming - The Nude Party

War is coming, gunning for your son

War is coming, gunning for your soul

Stepped into the TV room

Through a shadow hot and green

To my surprise I saw two dead eyes

Staring right back through the screen

War is coming, gunning for your son

War is coming, gunning for your soul

Read Sun Tzu and got two tattoos

To represent my choice in fate

Even now every time I salute

My right hand reads, simply, hate

War is coming, gunning for your son

War is coming, gunning for your soul

I was just a farmer once

With my wants tied to my needs

Living off of the fat of the land

And doing whatever I pleased

Got my ticket mailed into town

Shipped down to New Orleans

My brother called me on the telephone

Said man kill you some Viet commies

War is coming, gunning for your son

War is coming, gunning for your soul

War is coming, gunning for your son

War is coming, gunning for your soul