Pity Me Lyrics

I did seven tours of duty

My soul thin with all the things it's done

And I'm only following orders like they told me

I know you see me having fun

But pity me

Pity me

The soldier and his gun

And I'm in command of all the boys here

There's no room for comfort when they cry

We came out to die for the cause of something

But even we know now that it's a lie

Oh pity me

Pity me

As I send them out to die

I'm the lover of a dead man

With a little baby inside

My bed empty my pillow wet

Please someone hold me a little while

Oh pity me

Pity me

Mother with his child

I'm the oil lobby of America

And our profits are being sold

I grease the turbine that makes this world turn

On the right side of the world

So pity me

Pity me

How come they got the gold

And I'm the schoolboy

And I don't know what to do

Mama keep crying daddy's still missing

And they're selling how to be cool

Pity me

Pity me

Today they bombed my school

I'm your politician

That you have voted in

And I keep working for the people

But I lose even when we win

Please pity me

Pity me

The tax is wearing thin

We're the media representatives

From the blind and broken bloody streets

But war's not selling any papers

Of a foreign nation on its knees

Oh pity me

Pictures

Of a dead president to please

And this is god you keep calling

Isn't it beautiful enough for you

I made you smart

You act so stupid

What do you want me to do

Oh pity me

Pity me

You keep blaming me for you