Cosmopolite

Computers fill a dimly room
Upon an island land

Secure from battle far away
Warrior technicians,
Camouflaged and swordless,
Sit free and safe from dirty gloom.

Captain, Major, Sergeants all,
Peer upon the screens of war
Nowhere do they hear a shot
Nowhere do they see at all
The smoke and dirt and death
Their eager hands command.

Quadrant lines and angles straight
Grid the field of battle right
To call the thundering wings
Of death and doom
Down upon the guilty.
The innocent as well.

A hit, hooray,
Pass the Perrier.

No finer calling for a man exists
Then to serve a leader standing tall
Commanding goodness from afar
With pixels clean and clear.
But, oh what courage it demands
To disregard the dead were dear.

Yea, Yea pass the Perrier
Metals all around

But we are warriors now
Doing God's command
To save our sacred land
And free the dazed oppressed
From the evil hand. With
Liberty and Justice for all.

Yea, Yea pass the Perrier
Metals all around

History waits to sing our song
We are the warriors blessed
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow us
For all of our days
For all of our lives

Yea, Yea pass the Perrier
Metals all around.