In the fog There was tear gas floating through the And he wondered what would be like With a giant screen TV, a full of beer And a conscience clean
See been thinking about her little tiny baby And the boy who had gone to me a good friend of mine But I can't take the of her man anytime
And it won't be till he's coming home
You gotta bring your soldier When all those stones all been thrown Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with he did
Now He was reading magazines on the line He was trying not to think her life And what he have done 'Cause it seemed like neither one of having any fun
See She'd been acting kinda crazy Oh man, I thought she was gonna me 'Cause I watch her little one I had so to do, I was so high strung
And it won't be long till daddy's
You gotta bring your soldier When all those stones all been thrown You gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid And hope he can with whatever he did
And lately, all the hate me And all the hate just escapes me lately
So he her He said, "Darling, I've feeling so alone here Am I making myself clear And I'm on my way just a couple more missions And I start packed"
You bring your soldier home When all those stones have all been Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with he did
Lately I was wondering if she heard from him Oh, I was wondering if she heard from him lately