I’ve got no apology
I did what I did guilt free
I’m part of the great tradition
From war one and on until perdition
See, this mercenary thing ain’t new
We needed only the proxy of Gee Dub and you
They called us the bonus babies
We were supposedly spoilt and lazy
Yeah, we came from farms and factory towns
The lands are barren and industry’s no longer around
We saw our people struggle for years, then finally lose their livings
We can’t eat free-market dreams or live beneath god’s good intentions
We got loved ones to feed
We’re only takin’ what we need
The oppression of a people was our great achievement
Creating a future primed for some major appeasements
You hired a finger to pull the trigger on your fears
Now I figure we’ll be dealing with what I did for years
Nonetheless, I got no apology
No, you’ll get nothing outta me
At the end of the day mostly we needed the money
When I put it like that it’s neither poetic nor funny
Bobby’s mom needs a new trailer
Meltoid’s old lady snorts every dime he can mail her
Worthy goals for sure
But nothing anyone would die for
In a defensive posture
We did some damage for sure
With bodies mangled
And brains scrambled
We came home to you
No, this mercenary thing ain’t new
Don’t need no one to forgive me
And I still got no apology
Tags: Stephen Handlin