Well shock and awe.

Aw shucks.

Takes a hammer and a saw

To do what you must.

But one side’s got a whole lot more.

Well all is fair in love and war.

My politics are poor, not well.

The doctor said, “Take one oil well.

I said, “Only one, not more?

The doctor said, “you’d better go to war.”

I’ve been ambushed by a lethal stare.

I need to wash those men right out of my hair.

“What kind of hair might that be?”

“Well it's the kind that’s too oily.”

It’s great to be good

But it’s better to have luck

When the thunder starts rolling

And they say, “Aw shucks.”

Logic uses context to put the rules in.

It’s only a pretext for building a coffin.

Politics dances on the head of a pin.

There’s no room; don’t let them angels in.

Hearts and minds are ready for their interview.

Talk into this gun; we’re ready for you.

The dead are moving on a downward slide.

Close your eyes and enjoy the ride.

Smart bombs are so genteel.

Smart men slip on a banana peel.

It’s great to be good

But it’s better to have luck

When the thunder starts rolling

And they say, “Aw shucks.”

Talked to an expert the other day.

He said, “I’d like to show you the right way

But it 'd take an expert to understand

The entire lay of that desert land.

Yet there’s one thing I can say to you better still.

You going that way you better get a will.”

Talked to ancient history the other day.

He said, “My four boys are on their way.

They’re riding horses that’ll fit the bill.”

I said, “Are they dressed.”

He said, “Yeh,  they’re dressed to kill.”

It’s great to be good

But it’s better to have luck

When the thunder starts rolling

And they say, “Aw shucks.”

Talked to my love my last day.

She said, “I love you     in every way.”

I said, “If you love me as much as you say you do,

Then why are you carrying that knife with you.”

She said, “I got to protect you from yourself.”

That steel felt cold as I grabbed for the shelf.

And the last words she said as I hit the floor

Were, “All is fair in love and war.”

Shock and awe to remember you by.

Forget-me-nots to make me cry.

Break a mirror, seven years of bad luck.

The bashful bride of war says, “Aw shucks.”

It’s great to be good

But it’s better to have luck

When the thunder starts rolling

And they say, “Aw shucks.”