LYRICS
There’s no need to bring the
Boys home
(No need to bring the boys home)
When you’re piloting
A drone
The boys are already home
Oops! When there’s too many maybe’s
You end up dropping bombs on babies
Minimizing my strife
Winds up in loss of human life
There’s no need to bring the
Boys home
(No need to bring the boys home)
When you’re launching
Missiles
There are no more “miss ya’s”
[rave-up into jam]
The cost because of camouflage
Mired in the fog of a mirage
The depth of death’s carnage
Label us the “barnyard age”
… in the age of the boneage
(animal noises)
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Rock / Protest Folk
Chords: D E / D A E A / E A E A B7
Recording: original take / digital 1-track stereo
Vocals, Guitar
From the album Omega-ga
by Daniel Brouse