How can you live your life today
Not thinking about those who don't
The men who died – in the foreign lands
They didn't even die at home..
Year after year we spent killing our brothers
All for political gain
Once the fighting is all over
Thousands of lives never the same
You know when you're wounded in the fog of war
You never actually heal
The blood may have stopped flowing out
But inside the cut never sealed
A woman sends her man a postcard
Not sure weather to expect a reply
Her man sent a reply the very evening it arrived
And he died that very night
How do they expect you to die for your country
When you have already died within
You've been hit, blistered, burnt and scared
You don't even care which side wins
You know when you're wounded in the fog of war
You never actually heal
The blood may have stopped flowing out
But inside the cut never sealed
Cancel my subscription to the New York Times
I can't read anymore
All the hate and violence pictures for proof
I can't take it anymore..
Unplug the TV and -throw it out the window
I can't watch it anymore
The anchor tells me stories of my brothers being tortured
I can't take it anymore..
Thousands of miles away from me
Yet I hear the gunshots outside my door
The truth can hidden for only so long
Before everybody knows..
The regiment gathers and prepares to fight
The 1st battallion marches ahead
Only to wiped out by machine gun fire
The rest are as good as dead
Meanwhile on the other side -the enemy is winning
Precision in their every shot
They charge and advance towards to what they see is freedom
While in reality it is not..
Not thinking about those who don't
The men who died – in the foreign lands
They didn't even die at home..
Year after year we spent killing our brothers
All for political gain
Once the fighting is all over
Thousands of lives never the same
You know when you're wounded in the fog of war
You never actually heal
The blood may have stopped flowing out
But inside the cut never sealed
A woman sends her man a postcard
Not sure weather to expect a reply
Her man sent a reply the very evening it arrived
And he died that very night
How do they expect you to die for your country
When you have already died within
You've been hit, blistered, burnt and scared
You don't even care which side wins
You know when you're wounded in the fog of war
You never actually heal
The blood may have stopped flowing out
But inside the cut never sealed
Cancel my subscription to the New York Times
I can't read anymore
All the hate and violence pictures for proof
I can't take it anymore..
Unplug the TV and -throw it out the window
I can't watch it anymore
The anchor tells me stories of my brothers being tortured
I can't take it anymore..
Thousands of miles away from me
Yet I hear the gunshots outside my door
The truth can hidden for only so long
Before everybody knows..
The regiment gathers and prepares to fight
The 1st battallion marches ahead
Only to wiped out by machine gun fire
The rest are as good as dead
Meanwhile on the other side -the enemy is winning
Precision in their every shot
They charge and advance towards to what they see is freedom
While in reality it is not..
inviata da giorgio - 12/3/2011 - 17:10
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Lyric & Music by John Powers
"An acoustic anti war song I wrote.. It a demo and therefore is low quality and poorly produced. Ill even admit it has some timing errors I made while singing and playing. other than that, I really was quite satisfied how this turned out.
This sort of came out when I was watching the news and something about the Iraq war was on and it said the government reported an official count of 4,000 American soldiers have.. died.. "