Four hours gone
We're not the only ones
Who crave the kick of white-hot lead
To lay the bastards down
Under a reddening sun
We justify the oldest crimes
through orders passed on down the line
Four years on
The iron of my youth is gone
My limbs shake in imitation of
The fear and hate we sowed
Under that reddening sun
The night hours cannot bring relief
to those who live in fear of sleep
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
Pin my medals to my chest
Tell my girl I did my best
I asked no questions
and bought a lie
And when all this is over
I will sing my heart out
We're not the only ones
Who crave the kick of white-hot lead
To lay the bastards down
Under a reddening sun
We justify the oldest crimes
through orders passed on down the line
Four years on
The iron of my youth is gone
My limbs shake in imitation of
The fear and hate we sowed
Under that reddening sun
The night hours cannot bring relief
to those who live in fear of sleep
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
Pin my medals to my chest
Tell my girl I did my best
I asked no questions
and bought a lie
And when all this is over
I will sing my heart out
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