End Of An Era lyrics

Bright eyes baptized in flames Line 'em up, send 'em off to the combat zone to rape everything in sight and crush anything that you cant control You're selling the truth, I know but I got no proof, girl The End of an Era The End of an Era Twelve dead Americans Young and dumb, full of cum, holding smoking guns Stuffed into body bags Stack 'em up, send 'em off Let God sort 'em out Loose lips sink ships as quick as a click of a fingertip Skeptics eat shit 'cause the scum cant be swept under the rug again You're sellin' the truth, I know But I got no proof, girl The End of an Era The End of an Era