"WAR MACHINE" lyrics

There's no land mines in my room
No wounds to dress, just my dress, my room
Yes, it's tempting to be loud
To tell you just how I feel 'cause I feel it too

Look up, AC130 popped up right over me
And it's flown by me
Tough luck, born on the wrong side of our world history
And it's just me

Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Why bother if we go back to nothing?
Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh

Mind shut, I can't be bothered by the things I can't see
They don't hurt me
So what? I'm not a man of honor
I'm on a team led by sheep
Big crowd
I hate to let everyone here down, yeah
But that's life
Some people get their kicks by stomping on dreams
But they're just mean

Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Why bother if we go back to nothing?
Hey, dirty, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh

Hey, hey, baby, I got your money
Hey, hey, got your money
Hey, hey, baby, I got your money
Got your money, oh, oh, oh