He said, "Son, have you seen the world? Well, what would you say if I said that you could? Just carry this gun, you'll even get paid." I said: "That sounds pretty good." Black leather boots, Spit-shined so bright. They cut off my hair but it looked alright. We marched and we sang, we all became friends as we learned how to fight.
A hero of war, yeah, that's what I'll be and when I come home they'll be damn proud of me. i'll carry this flag to the grave if I must 'cause it's the flag that I love and the flag that I trust!
I kicked in the door, I yelled my commands. The children, they cried, but I got my man. We took him away, a bag over his face. From his family and friends. They took off his clothes, they pissed in his hands, I told them to stop, but then I joined in. We beat him with guns and batons not just once but again and again.
She walked through bullets and haze, I asked her to stop! I begged her to stay, but she pressed on, so I lifted my gun and I fired away.
And the shells jumped through the smoke and into the
sand that the blood now had soaked. She collapsed
with a flag in her hand. A flag white as snow!
A hero of war! Is that what they see? Just medals and scars, so damn proud of me. And I brought home that flag. Now it gathers dust But it's the flag that I love! It's the only flag I trust!
He said, "Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say if I said that you could?"
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