We walked through the city like a fashion show
With our tanks rumbling round in the middle of the road
I had a rifle loaded up with my finger curled
Walking through this city like we owned the world
I fired sometimes, it them or it me
But defending myself wasn't setting no one free
I was betrayed by these political thieves
Making me fight for their luxuries
So speaking out, don't fight for this shit
While some big construction firm profits
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
How do you feel when you come back home
And you stare yourself saying "what have I done"
I became someone else, took lives, lost friends
Lotta people back here don't understand
A kid came up and said to me
Mr. Soldier, did you shoot anybody?
And I couldn't find the nerve to follow through
And say I did and many we're younger than you
Speaking out, I'm trying to let you folks know
They'll try to fool you with the DEP but you don't have to go
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
I wake up at night and I can't go back
Cuz I'm stuck inside of some panic attack
Ducking down low in some combat zone
Till I come to and realize that I'm all alone
These things stick to you, they're in your bones
When you leave the war they follow you home
You can't close your eyes and make it go away
But you can organize for a better day
So speaking out, 'cause it's hell over there
Just like they told us last time but we didn't seem to hear
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
With our tanks rumbling round in the middle of the road
I had a rifle loaded up with my finger curled
Walking through this city like we owned the world
I fired sometimes, it them or it me
But defending myself wasn't setting no one free
I was betrayed by these political thieves
Making me fight for their luxuries
So speaking out, don't fight for this shit
While some big construction firm profits
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
How do you feel when you come back home
And you stare yourself saying "what have I done"
I became someone else, took lives, lost friends
Lotta people back here don't understand
A kid came up and said to me
Mr. Soldier, did you shoot anybody?
And I couldn't find the nerve to follow through
And say I did and many we're younger than you
Speaking out, I'm trying to let you folks know
They'll try to fool you with the DEP but you don't have to go
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
I wake up at night and I can't go back
Cuz I'm stuck inside of some panic attack
Ducking down low in some combat zone
Till I come to and realize that I'm all alone
These things stick to you, they're in your bones
When you leave the war they follow you home
You can't close your eyes and make it go away
But you can organize for a better day
So speaking out, 'cause it's hell over there
Just like they told us last time but we didn't seem to hear
They talk of pride and honor, make yourself something good
But there's no pride in taking someone else's neighborhood
envoyé par giorgio - 18/9/2009 - 12:48
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Album: The Violence of War