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He said, “Son, Have you see the world?Well, what would you sayIf I said that you could?Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”I said, “That sounds pretty good.” Black leather bootsSpit-shined so brightThey cut off my hair but it looked alrightWe marched and we sangWe all became friendsAs we learned how to fight A hero of warYeah that’s what I’ll beAnd when I come home They’ll be damn proud of meI’ll carry this flag To the grave if I mustBecause it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust I kicked in the doorI yelled my commandsThe children, they criedBut I got my manWe took him awayA bag over his faceFrom his family and his friends They took off his clothes They pissed in his handsI told them to stopBut then I joined in We beat him with gunsAnd batons not just onceBut again and again A hero of warYeah that’s what I’ll beAnd when I come home They’ll be damn proud of meI’ll carry this flag To the grave if I mustBecause it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust She walked through bullets and hazeI asked her to stopI begged her to stayBut she pressed on So I lifted my gunAnd I fired away The shells jumped through the smokeAnd into the sand That the blood now had soakedShe collapsed with a flag in her handA flag white as snow A hero of war Is that what the seeJust medals and scarsSo damn proud of meAnd I brought home that flagNow it gathers dustBut it’s a flag that I loveIt’s the only flag I trust He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”
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