Mr. Recruiter, I ain't made to be a shooter
I don't wanna walk the burning sand
How many boys like me never came home
From their vacation in Afghanistan
How many mothers sent their sons away
And got returned to them a folded flag
For God and country, for oil and money
I'll be a hero in a body bag
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Politician spits out propaganda
He's gonna tell you what it's all about
Button man says"we've got a dilemma
Send someone else's son to figure it out"
Recruitment says"you've got no direction
You need some discipline you know that you do"
And the drill Sargent says"you need a good whooping
I hope your mama beats the shit outta you"
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Maybe they'll post me up in the Ukraine
Maybe they'll put me down in Palestine
And give me nothing to eat since Tuesday's breakfast
Nothing but a helmet is allowed on my mind
I'll start thinking about
How Dad said I couldn't do it
And I'll see a figure coming through the fog and the mist
And I'll go for my gun but he beats me to it
And the picture of her falls from my fist
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Parker Ouellette - Button Man Lyrics
Parker Ouellette - Button Man Lyrics
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English
Mr. Recruiter, I ain't made to be a shooter
I don't wanna walk the burning sand
How many boys like me never came home
From their vacation in Afghanistan
How many mothers sent their sons away
And got returned to them a folded flag
For God and country, for oil and money
I'll be a hero in a body bag
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Politician spits out propaganda
He's gonna tell you what it's all about
Button man says"we've got a dilemma
Send someone else's son to figure it out"
Recruitment says"you've got no direction
You need some discipline you know that you do"
And the drill Sargent says"you need a good whooping
I hope your mama beats the shit outta you"
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Maybe they'll post me up in the Ukraine
Maybe they'll put me down in Palestine
And give me nothing to eat since Tuesday's breakfast
Nothing but a helmet is allowed on my mind
I'll start thinking about
How Dad said I couldn't do it
And I'll see a figure coming through the fog and the mist
And I'll go for my gun but he beats me to it
And the picture of her falls from my fist
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
I don't wanna walk the burning sand
How many boys like me never came home
From their vacation in Afghanistan
How many mothers sent their sons away
And got returned to them a folded flag
For God and country, for oil and money
I'll be a hero in a body bag
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Politician spits out propaganda
He's gonna tell you what it's all about
Button man says"we've got a dilemma
Send someone else's son to figure it out"
Recruitment says"you've got no direction
You need some discipline you know that you do"
And the drill Sargent says"you need a good whooping
I hope your mama beats the shit outta you"
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Maybe they'll post me up in the Ukraine
Maybe they'll put me down in Palestine
And give me nothing to eat since Tuesday's breakfast
Nothing but a helmet is allowed on my mind
I'll start thinking about
How Dad said I couldn't do it
And I'll see a figure coming through the fog and the mist
And I'll go for my gun but he beats me to it
And the picture of her falls from my fist
And is it better to be
A man of peace in a time of war
Or to be a fighter with nothing to fight for
At ease soldier can't you understand
My mortal quarrel's with the button man
Writer: Parker Ouellette
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