Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go
There ain’t nobody hirin’‘round here since all the jobs wentdown to Mexico
Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he’s got a rifle in his handRollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he’s still there
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin’ ourselves we’re free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin’ ‘bout livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way
He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the doorJust another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
2 comments:
Reading this took me to something I had jotted down a few months ago:
Wake up to the bright light as thunder rips across the open sky
Vision blurry, not for sleep but for smoke
Peaceful mornings forgotten in the dawn of our own new age
Man to man, locking arms, laden breaths, and bleeding hands
Boots dirtied from the mud, feet blistered from our soles
We are all lost
We are all lost
Oh Lord we are all lost
Wow Mike. Powerful imagery. Let's do this sometime on Sudnay Night. We will have to address these issues at some point soon...
Looking forward to hearing your album soon.
Thanks
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