Aunty Donna
War Isn’t Cool
[Verse 1: Zach Ruane]
The eyes of a mother who's lost her son
Brother killing brother; has anyone won?
How can anybody think that's cool?
Hate is the fire, war is the fuel
To look your enemy in the eye
Just another young guy, signed up to die
But orders say this is his last breath
Piff the grenade, explode him to death
Bang-bang, boom-boom; waste that fool
Blowing things up, ain't cool
It isn't cool to take your enemy's flank with an M4 Sherman Medium Tank
Crash-crash, boom! Shootin' shit down
Blowin' up an entire town of Nazi soldiers in Germany
That isn't cool, not according to me

[Chorus 1: Michelle Brasier]
War isn't cool, war isn't cool
War is only bad and it makes me sad
It isn't cool to shoot bad guys dead
Shoot them right in the head
Even if they deserved it
There's no way that that is sick
War is not, not cool
War's not, not cool
[Verse 2: Broden Kelly]
I heard about this dude in World War 1
And this isn't cool, this isn't fun
He invaded an enemy trench
And he blew eight men to smithereens
Then later that day, in the final assault
He lit three fucking bombs at once
Three fucking bombs at once
And the threw two at the enemy
And the last one blew up in his hands
And he died two days later from the wounds
Three fucking bombs at once
That dude wasn't cool

[Chorus 2: Michelle Brasier]
War isn't cool, war isn't cool
War is only bad and it makes me sad
F-18 fighter jets aren't a little bit cool
Machines of war are only cruel
Even if you see them at the cool grand prix
They've got cool colours coming out their plane bums
Plane bums, not cool
Plane bums aren't cool

[Bridge]
Vietnam? Not cool
World War 2? Not cool
The Boer War? Not Cool
World War Z? Script problems
Gallipoli War? Not cool
Helms Deep? Not cool
Tom Hardy flying over Dunkirk to save the day? Not cool
[Verse 3: Mark Bonanno]
But when one more enemy plane rocks up
Everyone at Dunkirk's like, "aw, fuck"
'Cause Tom Hardy is outta fuel
Hey, spoiler alert? Not cool
And the men are like, "well, we're all dead"
But then Tom Hardy shoots that plane dead
Out of fuckin' nowhere too
And he's still got no fuckin' fuel
What a fuckin' reckless cunt
And Tom lands on the fuckin' beach
But he doesn't want the bad dudes to get his plane, so
He lights his fuckin' Spitfire all-the-fuck-aflame
And the enemy come to take him away
But he's like, "motherfuckers, I played Bane"
But that's not cool what he did in the air
Also, Harry Styles was there
Not cool!
But he's very hot

[Chorus 3: Michelle Brasier]
War isn't cool, war isn't cool
War is only bad and it makes me sad
Even in GoldenEye on 64
You put a proximity mine on the wall
You blow your mate up, he's playing Odd Job
What a dog, playing Odd Job
I hate coming over to his house
He always gives me the fucked controller