A song about what happens when wars escalate to a point where involuntary military servitude is necesary.
punk political social roc
Lyrics
Atrocities in far off lands make headlines every day,
But words and pictures aren’t enough to convey,
The brutal reality of the hellish situation,
We watch from glowing screens without trepidation,
The foreign war is snowballing without brakes,
But the sleeping giant’s people do not wake,
Only at the last moment do they realize the truth,
This war is coming soon to me, to him, to you.
Conscription, the draft’s a-coming,
Conscription, you’ll be succumbing,
Conscription, what are we becoming?
Conscription, there’s no use for running.
Selective Service Agents outside of every door,
Snatching up fresh bodies to fight their unjust war,
A few mercy minutes with the kin are grudgingly given,
Say goodbye, son, this is the last time you will see them,
Transported to basic training they become transformed,
Into mindless killing machines ready to perform,
Heinous deeds on the front lines of the conflict,
They forget they never wanted any part in this!
Conscription, the drummer boy is drumming,
Conscription, and the war machine is humming.
Conscription, now Armageddon’s rumbling,
Conscription, the human race is crumbling.