From the recording Revolver Junkies

Lyrics

When the money runs dry the flag won't fly
And I get a cut in pay
Work your fingers to the bone just to get sent home
On a motherfucking furlough day

War machine
The fucking war machine

Joanie's in the desert, Joanie's down range
Joanie's getting shot at all goddamn day
There's a tea party in the garden for your rich fucking friends
Writing checks to super PACs while the middle class ends

War machine
The fucking war machine

Meet a humvee gunner out at Fort Lee
Almost died in Iraq from an IED
Got a medical discharge, relearned how to walk
Now cutting benefits is campaign talk

War machine
The fucking war machine