We regret they made peace,
Before we could kill them.
We have a lot of bombs to
Drop and missed our chance
To drop them. Now we are
Saddled with a pile of rusting
Ordnance and our enemy is
Full of joy and he gloats. This
Peace drives us up a wall. We
Love our bombs. We apologize
To our metal gods. We love to
Make war. Peace is no fun at all.
