War Isn't Cool - Aunty Donna, Michelle Brasier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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