Left
right
Left
right
Left
right

He's a soldier
that's what he tried to told ya
He's lacing up his boots
and calling out his troops
to get ready
for a sensational photo shoot
He'll be on the front line
as soon as he ducks in the microphone booth
and storms up the steps
of free speech

He has some pretty words
and you must hear him speak
He can bear witness of the humble and the meek
That's what he thinks
He put on his camo and the black gloves
to ask, "Where is the love?"

Yea sure
you will see him march
but where to?
Right past the pillars of wisdom and truth
and into the furnace of blind passion
and anger
Don't listen to that stranger

He's a soldier
but he ain't marching out to war
Get that out your mind
He ain't nursing the innocents
in Palestine
Slovakia
or Kosovo
Yo
Bush ain't Saddam
And the golden rule
ain't a spoon
used to feed your own hole

The left
ain't right
The left
ain't right
The left
ain't right