I was a child in '72 and my sitter Mrs. Plews
Made me watch the evening news
Force-fed me her Christian views
Her son returning from the war spoke to me in metaphors..
Pulled down my pants and tried to score
I left the room and I closed that door
Shells rang out like thunder but only in my head
Hiding in my foxhole safe among the dead
Looking back I clearly see – the consequence of victory
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me..
My father was in World War 2
The training left him – black and blue
But he found something he could do
While choking on – his world-view
He had a mastoid in his ear
It made it hard for him to hear
The sickness filled him up with fear
I watched him slowly... –disappear
Shells rang out like thunder but only in my head
Hiding in my foxhole safe among the dead
Looking back I clearly see the consequence of victory
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me,
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me...
Made me watch the evening news
Force-fed me her Christian views
Her son returning from the war spoke to me in metaphors..
Pulled down my pants and tried to score
I left the room and I closed that door
Shells rang out like thunder but only in my head
Hiding in my foxhole safe among the dead
Looking back I clearly see – the consequence of victory
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me..
My father was in World War 2
The training left him – black and blue
But he found something he could do
While choking on – his world-view
He had a mastoid in his ear
It made it hard for him to hear
The sickness filled him up with fear
I watched him slowly... –disappear
Shells rang out like thunder but only in my head
Hiding in my foxhole safe among the dead
Looking back I clearly see the consequence of victory
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me,
I was too young to go overseas
So the war came home to me...
Contributed by giorgio - 2013/5/17 - 16:22
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Lyrics & Music by Dean Madonia
Album: Deep Sky
I was thinking about the effects of war back here in the USA..
The verses are about two vets, one from Vietnam and the other from WW2 who had suffered from the war and felt compelled to share their suffering with me..