War Isn't Cool

Lyrics

The eyes of a mother who's lost her son
 Brother killing brother, has anyone won?
 How can anybody think that's cool?
 Hate is the fire, war is the fuel
 To look your enemy in the eye
 Just another young guy signed up to die
 But orders say this is his last breath
 Piff the grenade, explode him to death
 Bang, bang, boom, boom, waste that fool
 Blowing things up ain't cool
 It isn't cool to take your enemy's flank
 With an M4 Sherman medium tank
 Crash, crash, boom
 Shootin' shit down
 Blowin' up an entire town of Nazi soldiers in Germany
 That isn't cool, not according to me
 War isn't cool, war isn't cool
 War is only bad and it makes me sad
 It isn't cool to shoot bad guys dead
 Shoot them right in the head
 Even if they deserved it, there's no way that that is sick
 War is not, not cool
 War is not, not cool
 I heard about this dude in World War 1
 And this isn't cool, this isn't fun
 He invaded an enemy trench
 And he blew eight men to smithereens
 Then later that day, in the final assault
 He lit three fucking bombs at once
 Three fucking bombs at once
 And he threw two at the enemy
 And the last one blew up in his hands
 And he died two days later from the wounds
 Three fucking bombs at once
 That dude wasn't cool
 War isn't cool, war isn't cool
 War is only bad and it makes me sad
 F-18 fighter jets aren't a little bit cool
 Machines of war are only cruel
 Even if you see them at the cool grand prix
 They've got cool colours coming out their plane bums
 Plane bums, not cool
 Plane bums aren't cool
 Vietnam? Not cool
 World War 2? Not cool
 The Boer War? Not cool
 World War Z? Script problems
 Gallipoli War? Not cool
 Helms Deep? Not cool
 Tom Hardy flying over Dunkirk to save the day? Not cool
 But when one more enemy plane rocks up
 Everyone at Dunkirk's like "Aw, fuck"
 'Cause Tom Hardy is outta fuel
 Hey, spoiler alert? Not cool
 And the men are like "Well, we're all dead"
 But then Tom Hardy shoots that plane dead
 Out of fuckin' nowhere too
 And he's still got no fuckin' fuel
 What a fuckin' reckless cunt
 And Tom lands on the fuckin' beach
 But he doesn't want the bad dudes to get his planes
 So he lights his fuckin' Spitfire all-the-fuck-aflame
 And the enemy come to take him away
 But he's like "Motherfuckers, I played Bane"
 But that's not cool, what he did in the air
 Also, Harry Styles was there
 Not cool
 But he's very hot
 War isn't cool, war isn't cool
 War is only bad and it makes me sad
 Even in Goldeneye on 64
 You put a proximity mine on the wall
 You blow your mate up, he's playing Oddjob
 What a dog, playing Oddjob
 I hate coming over to his house
 He always gives me the fucked controller
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:32
Key
7
Tempo
95 BPM

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