When we were taken, we were still just children, with the sounds of mickey mouse
in our heads, and captain crunch in our teeth.
They took us, and told us we were broken, like so many childish dreams left
spilt like milk on the floor.
They told us we were worthless, that we were worthless and that we stood
They beat us, and oh, did they try as they might to fix us, to make us like
them, to make us able to hurt and maim
When we were fixed, we were still just children, just ones that had grown bigger
and stronger and seen more.
They sent us off to a grassy field, where like, in so many fields of dreams, we
set fire and shot guns off into the air
They gave us the weapons, and they gave us the will, but they did not give us the
armor that would save us from things other than lead bullets.
They told us to kill the yellow men in their rice paddies, and that unless we killed
them first, they were sure to kill us.
bang bang bang,
like cops and robbers, they fell, and the rice paddie