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A poor boy doing what heâs told
To be a patriot is his code
Battling bullies. What does he know?
Country comes calling
Can you serve for us son?
Indeed I will, itâs just a gun, Iâve held one
Sweat, ripped skin, drowning and doubting heâd make it through
Stands a soldier now not ringing that bell
Out there itâs just a noise
Sirens, blasts and boys getting geared up
Preparing for war
Canât keep a good man down
Your rifle is your only tool, it is a hard heart that kills
Swift and fast here comes the frogmen
A stranger in a strange land
Seeking brutal truth like a saber tooth I grin
What do you think of me now?
Blue night, sand fights enemy is drawing near
We have watchers sending fire but they are not here
Blue day, sun heat and we do not speak
Shots ring out, Iâm wired but canât seem to get to my feet
No matter, here comes the frogmen
A foreigner comes back
With a noise in his head
Canât seem to shake it
Stands in a crowd listening for gun sounds
Hard heart
Canât seem to break it
Bed is too soft, memories escaping
Chills, headaches and a fever breaking
And still I push on
Battling bills, my will unwavering
Savoring the piece of me I still have left
That you canât take from me now
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- Take Action! Vol. 5
- Deprivate