Soon this short Icharion flight
Is coming to an end
And on that day you'll mourn the rights
You chose not to defend

Passing on the plight of patriots
We piddle on their graves
Play sad songs and hold our hearts
While the blood spattered banner waves

But the cries of a billion tiny voices
As they cry themselves to sleep
Can't be heard above Lee Greenwood
As the tears streak down our cheeks

It's awfully sad to see such things
In such a sorry state
But ignorance is only bliss
Until it's your head on the stake

Our eyes attract to shiny things
Bright lights like fishing lures
Robbed at gunpoint before we're paid
We're either soldiers or we're ******

As these toxins trace my tiny veins
And seep through every cell
I can't help but taste distain
And think that this has to be Hell