mine eyes, have seen the gory unspeakable
tragedies of war
they walk across the battlefield, and shoot
their guns some more
they shoot and shoot and kill and then they
start to shoot some more
the truth is all right there
glory glory what’s it to ya?
we come to your country just to screw ya
a loaded 44 is a mans best friend in war
and one more dead enemy lying on the floor
you can see it in their hearts and you can see it on their hand.
the blood of all the innocents they kill in foreign lands.
they fight for might and what is right and what the leaders say is
so and they dont give a care to what the truth is because they do not know
by Bobby Leeper
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