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He gave me his business card and said, 'Son, come and work for me, you've got a Poli Sci degree, You're just the guy I need,' and I was so naïve I didn't know that 'aerospace' meant 'dropping bombs from aeroplanes' And fancy SUVs were just for killing enemies But now I do, so I'm through I've got the know-just-a-little-bit-too-much blues I concede, it's not for me I can't make a living if I'm making a killing Because every time a bomb goes off their stock goes up another notch These soldiers of fortune aren't soldiers at all But he still didn't get it, he said, 'We're the strongest industry, we've never had a hiring freeze As long as there's a war, there will always be a need' I can't commit these bloody hands to working full-time for that man It's called integrity, not career opportunities And I'm fine in my mind, I know that I could never be one of their kind I concede, it's not for me I can't make a living if I'm making a killing