I was eighteen years old and wanting to I found I looked for, in bars late at night I took on the big guys, the small as well were all tough, as far as I could tell Now fighting brought trouble as it does take note, when the blood starts to spill The police around and warned me what comes When a fight turns into a kill
An angry man, proud of my country I joined up with the army and how not to be They told me I'd to keep us all free So that we'd have to "bend the knee" They trained me in weapons, unarmed too On how to use explosives and what they 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, waving the flag We'll be all draped medals when it's all in the bag Think of the glory, this will bring A few months away, we can all sing
On my very mission, I was told to unwind I took lead when searching for mines The blast threw me up twenty in the air I couldn't feel my feet they no longer there My right arm was shattered my left fingers I once had two but now only one I thought I was dying, I couldn't a thing I wasn't thinking of the medals and being dressed up with
Now all I can do is sit here on the and wonder it all had been for my comrades call around time to time I can see discomfort when they're thinking of mine They wouldn't places, no matter what for They each have their memories, of 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 draped in medals and not in the bag I thought of the glory the conflict 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 was billions of tears Mothers lost sons and fathers child business got rich, were deals on the side Where's the next country start a new war Let's hope not yours