At the grocery,
I bought a paper with the picture
of the second gulf war
You're such a whore
You sold your body to the army
don't know what you're fighting for

But who am I to make a change
and Who am I to rearrange
all the thought processes in your head
you watch the news before you go to bed
Televised suicide
Don't make this war justified
Who am I to make a change
but who am I to rearrange

Army of one
I've been standing in the desert
burning up like the sun
I'm so alone
Since when did national defense
involve bombing others homes?

If only I could make a change
But who am I to rearrange
all the thought processes in your head
You watch the news before you go to bed
Televised suicide, don't make this was justified
Who am I to make a change
But who am I to rearrange?