The TV’s on, the favorite son, is watching how the west was won
Daddy please, a plastic gun, get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet heads, making brave and playing dead
Missiles made of gingerbread, dollars on the dime
Hey Ho so it goes, the point of sale the puppet shows
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone’s dead and darling boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea, home to little busy bees
Sweating in some factory, hurry please some more of these
Action dolls with laser sights and robot planes that shoot at night
Faster kid and get it right, they’re rolling down the line
Hey Ho so it goes, the point of sale the puppet shows
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone’s dead and darling boy has fallen on his saber
These days the spin machine is always on the silver screen
Secret plots and submarines, and foreign fiends on magazines
Wave the flag and watch the news, and tell us we can count on you
Cause mom and dad are marching too, so children step in time
Bring your kids your coddled pets, your bouncing babes in bassinettes
We’ll play a game of tanks and jets, better yet maybe bayonets
Marching bands and color guards, funerals in your own back yard
Don’t forget your credit card, so Johnny hold the line
Hey Ho so it goes, the point of sale the puppet shows
The merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
Sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
Someone’s dead and darling boy has fallen on his saber
Acoustic rhythm guitar, lead and background vocals: Steve Carlson
Acoustic rhythm and lead guitar: Dan Sebranek
Electric guitar: Jordan Grunow
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