He was a soldier of fortune, force to die
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For you and me
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He¡¯s just a number to his country
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And so I¡¯ll tell you his story
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He¡¯s 18, fresh outta school, Just a young man
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When the Red, White and Blue put a cocked gun in his hand
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And told him to go fight for your land
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Make em¡¯ bow down son
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MAKE EM¡¯ BOW DOWN!
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Soldier for another¡¯s greed
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He lives his life by his orders
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Boy you gotta make em¡¯ Bleed, Bleed
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He puts his life on the line for the dollar sign
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And as he¡¯s pumping rounds he¡¯ll watch another man die
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Feels like I¡¯m burning on the inside¡¦
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He¡¯s asking why
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Feels like I¡¯m burning on the inside¡¦
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Fox news says it¡¯s alright, so you would think it¡¯s o.k.
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But he dropped 25 people today and shot a little kid his younger brothers age
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The hot sun leaves him red in the face
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Dry mouth, questioning the American state
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Is this war to free a people or to put gas in our tanks
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So grab you gun kid
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GRAB YOUR GUN KID!!
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Feels like I¡¯m burning on the inside
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And that¡¯s what he did
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Feels like I¡¯m burning on the inside¡¦
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They told him fight
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You have to¡¦
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Fight
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They made him¡¦
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And it took his life
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In the blink of an eye
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You¡¯ll have em¡¯ on the front lines
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Fighting for the pigs, fighting for the blind
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Fighting for you cash and American Pride
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So Suck It Up, Suck It Up
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In the blink of an eye
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You know that they¡¯ll be dieing
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Dieing for the pigs
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Dieing for the blind
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Dieing for your Benz and American Pride
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So Suck It Up
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You have no conscience of consequence
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For 3 days there was nothing
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72 hrs. and all I saw were the dunes glaring in the sun
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Then the sound, Like fireworks, July 4
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Except this is not my Uncle¡¯s backyard
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And the land of the free seems half a million miles away
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The sand, small, buzzing, mosquito like
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Stings my hands as I press my back into the stone wall
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¡¦The only thing that separates me from going home in the embrace of an American Flag
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Pieces of brick fly like moths above my head
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As I wait, return fire, wait breath deep
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1, 2, 3,
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And then the sensation¡¦
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I¡¯m riding my bike for the first time without training wheels
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My skin parts like a body of water
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At the will rifle wielding Moses
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I watch as a rawhide ball flies long and high over the right field fence
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My organs snuggle around this pain
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Holding it tenderly, like a Mother
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I feel her skin beneath me, against mine
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Her heart beating quick, her breath catching
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This Is Love
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As it exits, this pain, this feeling
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I wonder if this is right, if this is real
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My mother is at my right side, My father at my left
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My robe brushes the grass, And I smile for the camera flash
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When they dig this thing outta me
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This pain, this bullet
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I hope they send it to you, to you Mother, To you Father
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To you my love
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This pain is for you, this bullet is for you
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This burning is for you
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I¡¯m burning on the inside
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Casualty
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| Stuck In Kaos |
