My great grandfather was a killer
In the IRA
I loved to sit and listen to the stories he would say
He fought for blood and country
And to keep his family safe
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My grandpa was a sailor
Traveled every sea
Kissing foreign women
Seeeing sights few see
He used to tell me stories
Of Caribbean sunsets
And sunrise in the east

My father in the army
Fought in Vietnam
Haunted by the memories
Humid smokey skies  
Dead faces fill his dreams
Every single night
He sent letters to my mother
Wishing for his home
But fought hard as any other
Tooth and nail and gun

But I ain't in the army
Or sailed upon the sea
So  my dreams are not haunted
And are beautiful to me