Letras
A cold hard wind, sweeps across the land
The General sits, with his coffee in hand
Staring at the map, not a clue what to do
No plan at the ready to make them subdue
Then he lifts up his head, looks across the room
Colleagues whisper, with shadows in suits of doom
Back to the map, we'll stop the enemy there
Push all of our forces to the edge of their lair
Then the alarm rings out, cup drops to the floor
The boys stand frozen, not ready for war
Sir! They've struck again!
Our ally is falling, why aren't we there?
Sir! What should we do?
If we don't act now, we'll all be screwed!
The General walks out, right into the storm
Asking How many men to hold back the swarm?
The answer is staggering, the soldiers are crying
The fuel is all gone, the engines are dying
No worries he says
We have a ten-year plan!
The budgets are set, the deals in our hand!
But for now. put your heads back in the sand
The General looks down at the medals on his chest
Thirty-odd ribbons. for looking his best
All of that credit, without a field-test
Fights war through his screens
War and misery through proxy quests
Sir! They've struck again!
Our ally is falling, why aren't we there?
Sir! What should we do?
If we don't act now, we'll all be screwed!
Why the East? Why not the South?
Where they fought back with rocks and words from their mouth?
Simpler times, no real competition
We just bombed them right into submission
Not a foe standing toe-to-toe with our own
It's out of control, look how it has grown
General, put your mind at ease
At least there is money to fight the disease
No soldier, there is no need to complain
Chin up, son, pain is part of the game
Sir! They've struck again!
Our ally is falling, why aren't we there?
Sir! What should we do?
If we don't act now, we'll all be screwed!