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Press conference medals made of cloth
Folded sharp like the rank he bought
No campaign, no blood, no scars
Just a handkerchief for bars!
Chest puffed out in tailored pride
Paper ribbons stitched inside
Salute the threads, salute the show
A uniform of TV glow
Flag-lined pocket, star-spangled square
Warpaint woven into flair
Every crease another fantasy
Of rank he wants the world to see!
No orders earned, no chain of command
Just folded fabric in a shaking hand
A costume stitched for the camera's eye
Promotion by appearance, not by why!
Colonel Kleenex - pin it on
Paper medals... carry on!!!
Fold it sharp and wear the lie
Let the cameras testify!
Colonel Kleenex - dress it clean
Decorations... you've never seen
Cloth and color, stitched and pressed
Play pretend upon your chest!
Colonel Kleenex - rank by thread
War is something that you said
While the real ones crawl and bleed
You just fold and wear it like a disease
Colonel Kleenex... stand at ease!
Operator casual, boots and grin
Warzone talk with a studio spin
"Death from the sky," he proudly cries
While silk flags bloom where honor dies!
Three-flag rule, stitched and shown
Make the battlefield your very own
Symbols stacked like borrowed might
Wrapped in red and blue and white
Every fold a theater line
Every thread a grand design
Rank and ribbon, cloth and claim
All assembled at the thought of fame!
You don't earn what you can fake
When image is the oath you take
Salute the mirror, not the fight
Dress rehearsal... every night!
Colonel Kleenex - stitch it tight
Fabric forged in borrowed might
Every crease a hollow star
Every fold a fake memoir!
Colonel Kleenex - loud and proud