It Seems We Just Need Sedation
(with a very large nod to Mr. Zimmerman)

four years of madness, four years of death
four years of cranky old men hooked on meth
the war is a profit, the stakes they are high
no one can answer when we all ask why
and the children lay dying
and the shoppers are buying
and there's no denying
it seems we just need sedation

blame is your mother and blame is your dad
sends you to your room when you have been bad
the vase remains broken from the rock that you threw
you had to do it, it was all up to you
and the shards bring on the crying
accusations are all set to flying
at last, there is no denying
it seems we just need sedation

oh, baby, the killing is part of the plan
to end with a bullet all that we can
the merchants of war all have holiday hours
potions and fire will protect all our powers
the floor is covered in sand
sweep it all up into the pan
tomorrow we'll do it again
it seems we just need sedation