I was eighteen old and wanting to fight I found what I looked for, in late at night I took on the big guys, the small as well They all tough, as far as I could tell Now brought trouble as it always does people take note, when the blood starts to The police came around and me what comes a straightforward fight turns into a kill
An angry young man, of my country I joined up the army and trained how not to be told me I'd fight to keep us all free So that never have to "bend the knee" They trained me in weapons, unarmed too On how to use and what they could do And how to take cover behind and trees They taught me to bombs and those I E D's
So step up to the plate boys, start the flag We'll be all draped with when it's all in the bag Think of the glory, this conflict will A few away, then we can all sing
On my very first mission, I was told to I took position when searching for mines The blast threw me up feet in the air I couldn't feel my feet they no longer there My right arm was shattered my fingers gone I once had two ears but now one I thought I was dying, I couldn't a thing I wasn't thinking of the medals and being up with bling
Now all I can do is sit here on the and what it all had been for my comrades call around from time to I can see discomfort when they're thinking of mine They wouldn't trade places, no matter for They have their memories, of that terrible war My days over, no more blood and guts So I'll right down in my terrible rut
I up to the plate boys and I waved the flag But I'm not in medals and it's not in the bag I thought of the the conflict would bring No legs, no and in no mood to sing
style/ time; Things will be over in Afghanistan Talks are ongoing with the We fought against them for twelve long hard But all we produced was of tears lost sons and fathers lost child business got rich, were deals on the side the next country they'll start a new war Let's it's not yours