At Arms Length

Fire off your mouth 

A shot across the bow

The chauvinist who goes ballistic 

So insistant, self-inflicted 

I wait for the blow, to undergo a show of our strength

Force will take the poll, we keep the whole world at arms length

Collecting shells upon the sand 

We set our sights for foreign land

And breathe the burning powder 

As we wait for tides to change 

Plunging in only arms deep 

The blood of ages, widows weep 

And measure down the barrel 

Pray for pain to test our aim 

Don’t tell me they don’t kill 

When all these people will 

Not a day goes by and still 

We’re shaking with the thrill 

Of burning holes to drill 

With bullets, blood to spill