I was eighteen years old and wanting to I found what I for, in bars late at night I took on the big guys, the small as well They all tough, as far as I could tell Now fighting brought trouble as it always people take note, the blood starts to spill The police came around and warned me what When a fight turns into a kill
An angry young man, proud of my I joined up the army and trained how not to be They told me I'd fight to keep us all So that never have to "bend the knee" They trained me in weapons, unarmed too On how to use explosives and what could do And how to take cover behind and trees They me to find bombs and those I E D's
So step up to the plate boys, start the flag We'll be all with medals when it's all in the bag of the glory, this conflict will bring A few away, then we can all sing
On my very mission, I was told to unwind I took lead position when searching for The blast threw me up twenty in the air I couldn't feel my feet were no longer there My right arm was 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 of the medals and being dressed up with bling
Now all I can do is sit here on the and wonder it all had been for my comrades around from time to time I can see their discomfort they're thinking of mine They wouldn't trade places, no what for each have their memories, of that terrible war My fighting days over, no blood and guts So I'll settle down in my terrible rut
I stepped up to the boys and I waved the flag But I'm not draped in medals and not in the bag I thought of the glory the would bring No legs, no fingers and in no mood to
style/ time; 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 fathers child business got rich, there were deals on the Where's the country they'll start a new war Let's it's not yours