I was eighteen old and wanting to fight I found I looked for, in bars late at night I on the big guys, the small ones as well They were all tough, as far as I could Now fighting brought as it always does take note, when the blood starts to spill The police around and warned me what comes a straightforward fight turns into a kill
An angry young man, proud of my I up with the army and trained how not to be told me I'd fight to keep us all free So that we'd have to "bend the knee" They me in weapons, unarmed combat too On how to use and what they could do And how to take behind rocks and trees They taught me to find and those I E D's
So up to the plate boys, start waving the flag We'll be all draped with medals it's all in the bag of the glory, this conflict will bring A few away, then we can all sing
On my very first mission, I was told to I took lead when searching for mines The blast threw me up twenty in the air I couldn't my feet they were no longer there My arm was shattered my left 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 dressed up bling
Now all I can do is sit here on the and what it all had been for my comrades call around time to time I can see discomfort when they're thinking of mine wouldn't trade places, no matter what for They each their memories, of that terrible war My fighting days over, no more and guts So I'll settle right in my terrible rut
I stepped up to the plate boys and I waved the But I'm not in medals and it's not in the bag I of the glory the conflict would bring No legs, no fingers and in no mood to
Change style/ Things soon be over in Afghanistan Talks are ongoing with the We fought them for twelve long hard years But all we produced was billions of Mothers lost sons and lost child got rich, there were deals on the side Where's the country they'll start a new war Let's it's not yours