In Peanut's Bar, the disabled veterans room,
They are forever tuned to war sounds droning,
The moose noises of battles never fought
And men never born to begin with.
They help handicapped kids on gum machines,
And hate another war coming, will hate to see it go.
They were saved by the planes, but slowly destroyed
By rounds from the king they saved.
When it's over, political cover
Explaining inhuman orders, meaningless crates,
But here the stakes are tied more tightly,
To elude the reasons men have to die.
