Fighting Tube

You sat on your ass.
You read and woolgathered.
Like a wet glass on wood
you left rings 'round what mattered.
Now you sit there and say
you'll stand up for what's right,
but you might as well wave goodnight.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
The judge says
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.

You snacked on crunch snacks,
fat beef and cheese platters.
You drove everywhere,
even bedroom to bathroom.
Now you sit there and plan
to exercise your rights,
but you might as well wave good night.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
The doctor says
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.

And you won't miss it.
Not a bit.
You may wonder
what you saw in it.
You'll feel the peace
spreading out beneath you.
And you'll wonder just what took you.

'cause when you look back and see blood
it's too late for peace and love.
You know
it's time.
To pull out your fighting tube.