Saturday 5 June 2010 photo 1/1
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Saturday 5 June 2010 photo 1/1
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He said son have you see the world?
Well what would you say if 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 the 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 though the smoke.
And into the sand 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 it´s a flag that I love it´s only flag I trust.
He said “son , have you see the world?
Well, what would you say if I said that you could?"