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 going 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 you, you don't need no will to live
When you're going to war

Don't care when or where
Nah, I'm not choosy
Don't have any patriotic passion or national rage

Just want to 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 ninety-nine
So I'm going 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 want to kill anybody
But it's nice it 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
Come on man

And I don't know what's worth fighting for
But that's not a problem anymore
'Cause I'm going
I'm going
I'm going to war