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