Good Kill

Some people talk like they're in commercials

Some people treat you like you don't exist

Somtimes I want to go to a mcdonald's

Shoot some people as they walk in my sights

All the same I'd never join the army

All the same I'm still ashamed at night

C'mon, c'mon

Some people think rod mckuen is a poet

Some poeple think there's evil folks and good

Some people vote to electrocute the bad ones

Stand outside the prison and cheer when the lights go dim

I know everybody is my brother

Even my brother though I don't care much for him

C'mon baby let's fight a good fight

Against all fights

Cut the b.s., Just what are you telling me?

You have the right to your own death penalty?

Snap out of it and smell the coffee

You're above the ten commandments...you lost me

So where is the death penalty for you

Now that you murdered and spread lies too

In god we trust on the dollar bill

Congratulations sucker, that's a good kill