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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 thats what Ill be
And when I come home. Theyll be damn proud of me
Ill carry this flag. To the grave if I must
Because its 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 thats what Ill be
And when I come home. Theyll be damn proud of me
Ill carry this flag. To the grave if I must
Because its 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 they see?
Just medals and scars. So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag. Now it gathers dust
But its a flag that I love. Its the only flag I trust
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 thats what Ill be
And when I come home. Theyll be damn proud of me
Ill carry this flag. To the grave if I must
Because its 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 thats what Ill be
And when I come home. Theyll be damn proud of me
Ill carry this flag. To the grave if I must
Because its 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 they see?
Just medals and scars. So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag. Now it gathers dust
But its a flag that I love. Its the only flag I trust
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