They put you up there to save our lives,

only at the cost of your demise.

Really, it's not about the size,

it's how you rock the boat.



I bet you can't remember why

you thought you belonged up in the sky,

flying those planes by and by,

'til you got a bullet stuck in your throat.



Now you're in Heaven (or are you in Hell?)

missing the family you loved so well,

even though it was hard to tell

when you left to join The Force.



And now your mama and your lover

can't face one another,

cause they're reminded of the other

boy that died during Bush's course.



Please listen when I say

that there are different ways

to make the good outweigh

the wicked and the wrong.



And if you don't believe me,

I can almost guarantee...



You'll be hating Dubbya

when your first born son is gone.