War

We were young and dumb not stupid
Some were lost some knew the way
Some of us were full of anger
Some of us were full of pain

But that night we set our foots
On that damn bus we turned the same
Now I spend mi nights awake
I hope they're bringing my ass home

Cause I'm getting cold
Got my rifle with me
A pack of smokes and a light to stop the shivering

But boys will be boys
We don't play the victim
Might not make it home but thats what I signed up on my enlistment

This damn fucking War
They need to end it quickly
I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform
It no longer fits me
Has been worn and torn
But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding

I miss the sound of a thousand songbirds
Smell of green fields in the summer
Miss my dog my bed my peace
I miss my home

And I've been trying on different things
To get my mind from shedding tears
There's a saying that men don't cry when things get tough

Cause I'm getting cold
Got my rifle with me
A pack of smokes and a light to stop the shivering

But boys will be boys
We don't play the victim
Might not make it home but thats what I signed up on my enlistment

This damn fucking War
They need to end it quickly
I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform
It no longer fits me
Has been worn and torn
But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding

This damn fucking War
They need to end it quickly
I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform
It no longer fits me
Has been worn and torn
But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding