The War Song

Fucked up my SAT

My mom don't notice me

My girlfriend says I'm immature

Ain't got no future plans

And I'm sick of minivans

So I'm go-o-o-o-o-ohing to war

Played every Xbox game

My pharmacist knows me by name

And it seems Nirvana's no longer on tour

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't got no skill to give

But ya, ya don't need no will to live

When you're go-o-o-o-o-ohing to war

Don't care when or where, nah, I'm not choosy

Don't have any patriotic passion or national rage

Just wanna take a cool picture of me with an Uzi

And post it on my Facebook profile page

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The suburbs brand me as a freak

'Cause my nails are black and I'm pale and weak

And the bullshit's getting harder to ignore

I wanna show the world I've got a spine

But school shootings are so '99

So I'm go-o-o-o-o-ohing to war

Don't care if my Converse get all bloody

After I slice up an Iranian with my big-ass knife

I mean, I don't really wanna kill anybody

But it's nice to think that I've got

The potential to affect a person's life

Yes, I can

So on graduation day

I'm gonna make my getaway

And sign up at the booth outside the mall

'Cause I am bored and I am dumb

And oh, so uncomfortably numb

And Barack Obama won't return my call

C'mon, man

And I don't know what's worth fighting for

But that's not a problem anymore

'Cause I'm go-o-o-o-o-ohing

I'm go-o-o-o-o-ohing

I'm go-o-o-o-o-ohing to war