The Toyes - Idiot Son Lyrics
A gallon of blood for a barrel of oilWas a real good deal on foreign soilWe'd be in and out in a month or maybe twoHad to keep the brown-skinned poor boysFrom getting all our fancy rich boy war toys'Cause they don't love their kids they way we do, me and youIdiot Son, what have you done?Rights revoked in the name of freedomYou decided we don't need 'emMeek as lambs we handed them to youTapping phone calls, reading mailTorture tactics in the jailsGod Himself had told you what to do, lucky youIdiot Son, what have you done?With all our eyes on youAnd all your gruesome cronies, tooWe saw no reason for what you'd do but greedStone cold greedIdiot Son, what have you done?