World's Best Army

It was the summer of Caffè Americano Playing blue-eyed soul on my baby's piano The kiddie pool Keeps us cool It only goes up to our ankles But it still feels good Beach Boys singing on my portal speaker Wouldn't it be nice, still thinking that Fifty-five years later Everyone still waving their guns Do you ever wonder What we're still waiting for All our deeply-held beliefs They aren't doing much for me When I'm burying my family I just want to live my life And write songs about good times But I keep coming back To what's haunting me It's haunting me Oh, family Is it haunting you, too Then what do we do We love our coffee and We love our phones But even the world's best army can't Stop the war at home Sitting around While some other clown Talks about his rights on cable news And all our deeply-held beliefs They aren't doing much for me When this violence keeps on happening I just want to live my life And write songs about good times But I keep coming back To what's haunting me It's haunting me Oh, family Is it haunting you, too Then what do we do We love our coffee and We love our phones But even the world's best army can't Stop the war at home