| Song | Soldier Machismo |
| Artist | Fiction Plane |
| Album | Everything Will Never Be OK |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fiction Plane | |
| I don’t wanna fight anyway | |
| I don’t wanna take the things you own | |
| I don’t wanna put myself at risk | |
| So someone else can take their throne | |
| I would put them all in a room | |
| Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
| I would put a seed in their minds | |
| That foreigners are based on greed | |
| Soldier machismo and his morals | |
| Who am I to know what they’ve saved me from | |
| And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
| My home would be gone | |
| I wanna put glue down your gun | |
| Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
| When he dies you’ll tell us we’ve won | |
| And there’ll be no invasion | |
| Broken shells and twisted metal | |
| Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
| Look outside your eyes are sore | |
| Now tell me who won the war |
| zuo qu : Fiction Plane | |
| I don' t wanna fight anyway | |
| I don' t wanna take the things you own | |
| I don' t wanna put myself at risk | |
| So someone else can take their throne | |
| I would put them all in a room | |
| Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
| I would put a seed in their minds | |
| That foreigners are based on greed | |
| Soldier machismo and his morals | |
| Who am I to know what they' ve saved me from | |
| And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
| My home would be gone | |
| I wanna put glue down your gun | |
| Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
| When he dies you' ll tell us we' ve won | |
| And there' ll be no invasion | |
| Broken shells and twisted metal | |
| Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
| Look outside your eyes are sore | |
| Now tell me who won the war |
| zuò qǔ : Fiction Plane | |
| I don' t wanna fight anyway | |
| I don' t wanna take the things you own | |
| I don' t wanna put myself at risk | |
| So someone else can take their throne | |
| I would put them all in a room | |
| Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
| I would put a seed in their minds | |
| That foreigners are based on greed | |
| Soldier machismo and his morals | |
| Who am I to know what they' ve saved me from | |
| And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
| My home would be gone | |
| I wanna put glue down your gun | |
| Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
| When he dies you' ll tell us we' ve won | |
| And there' ll be no invasion | |
| Broken shells and twisted metal | |
| Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
| Look outside your eyes are sore | |
| Now tell me who won the war |