Cleaning napalm off my shoes is the least of my problems. Launching crackers off the lawn. Don’t upset the neighbours. Reign of pointless horror. Remote control destruction. Can't save the innocent when they're already dead. It’s not like I make a difference It’s not like I choose to be free. I was born in the lucky country. I pay my tax. That’s enough for me. Bombs are falling. Taking life. Lighting up the sky.