This is a song about "At war"

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Come and get us you prepare for war,

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Trying to maintain in this war

As soon as i walk in the door

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

It's like my life is a war,

They make it worth more