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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 boots Spit-shined so bright,
They cut off my hair but it looked alright,
We marched and we sang,
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war Yeah that’s what I’ll be, And when I come home They’ll be damn proud of me,
I’ll carry this flag To the grave if I must Because it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust,
I kicked in the door,
I yelled my commands,
The children, they cried,
But I got my man,
We took him away,
A bag over his face,
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes, They pissed in his hands, I told them to stop! But then I joined in. We beat him with guns And batons not just once But again and again.
A hero of war,
Yeah that’s what I’ll be,
And when I come home,
They’ll be damn proud of me,
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust.
She walked through bullets and haze, I asked her to stop I begged her to stay. But she pressed on. So I lifted my gun And I fired away..
The shells jumped through the smoke,
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked.
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow..
A hero of war Is that what the see? Just medals and scars, So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag Now it gathers dust,
But it’s a flag that I love It’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?”
Black leather boots Spit-shined so bright,
They cut off my hair but it looked alright,
We marched and we sang,
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war Yeah that’s what I’ll be, And when I come home They’ll be damn proud of me,
I’ll carry this flag To the grave if I must Because it’s flag that I love And a flag that I trust,
I kicked in the door,
I yelled my commands,
The children, they cried,
But I got my man,
We took him away,
A bag over his face,
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes, They pissed in his hands, I told them to stop! But then I joined in. We beat him with guns And batons not just once But again and again.
A hero of war,
Yeah that’s what I’ll be,
And when I come home,
They’ll be damn proud of me,
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust.
She walked through bullets and haze, I asked her to stop I begged her to stay. But she pressed on. So I lifted my gun And I fired away..
The shells jumped through the smoke,
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked.
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow..
A hero of war Is that what the see? Just medals and scars, So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag Now it gathers dust,
But it’s a flag that I love It’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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