Light Up Ya Lighter

Oh
It never makes no sense
It never makes no sense
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire, Oh
Armaggedon is a deadly day
Armaggedon is a deadly way
They're coming for you every day
While senator's on a holiday
The army recruiter's in the parking lot,
Hustling the kids, they're juggling pot
Listen young man, listen to my plan
Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man, Bam Bam
Here's what you get:
An M16 and a kevlar vest
You might come home with one less leg, but
these things will surely keep a bullet out your chest
So come on, come on
Sign up, come on
This one's nothing like Vietnam
Except for the bullets, except for the bombs
Except for the youth that's gone
So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire,

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire, yeah

Tell me Mr. President, tell me if you will:
How many people does a smart bomb kill?
How many of them do you think we've got
The General says we never miss a shot
And we never ever ever keep a body count
We're killing so efficiently we can't keep count
In the Afghan hills, the rebels still fighting
Opium fields keep on providing
The best heroin that money can buy in
No body knows where Osama been hidin'
The press conferences keep on lying, like we don't know

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire, yeah

So Mr Engine-ingen Number Nine
Machine guns on the New York transit line
The war for oil is a war for the beast
The war on terror is a war on peace
Telling you they're gonna protect you, and
Telling you that they support the truth
Don't let them fool you with the milk and honey, No
They only want your money
One step forward and two steps back
One step forward and two steps back
Why do veterans get no respect?
PT-SD and a broken back
Take a look at where your money's gone
Take a look at what they spend it on
No excuses, no illusions
Light up your lighter, bring 'em home,

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire

So we keep it on
Till you're coming home
Higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter
Fire, fire, fire, yeah

Fire, fire, fire
Yeah, you know
So light up your lighter, yeah
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Writer(s): Michael Franti, Manas Itene
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