I'm standing in a massacre
the sky is streaked with red,
we took the hill, we won the day,
but most of us are dead.
We fought to save each other's lives;
We fought for mom and dad;
now all of that's been blown away,
I'm weary now and sad.
The bankers took the houses
and Wall Street still stands tall;
we only took this ****** hill
that matters not at all.
I've been a soldier all my lives:
Shiloh to Vietnam,
from Valley Forge to Gettysburg
to bleak Afganistan.
But I am through with fighting now
these wars for gold and oil;
I'm falling back, I'm headed home,
to win my native soil.
You politicians better fly,
you bankers run away;
For I am home and angry
and that's how I'm going to stay.
You've never seen a battle,
You've never smelled the dead;
you shipped us off like cattle
to do the work instead.
Take back my broken medals,
Take back your shining lie,
for Armageddon's coming
and it's time for you to die.
I'm standing in a massacre,
the sky is streaked with red
we took the hill, we won the day,
but most of us are dead.
The bugles all are silent
as the night begins to fall,
but the living have a purpose
to go home and **** you all.
Someday.
