10,000 miles from home or maybe further away
You think they deserve it
And they are going to pay.
Why? Where?...and When? Who gives to that ever a dam...?
Pumped up with the pride
Honor gives an adrenaline rush...
You shoot to kill
And you hope your mind will have flash.
Those thousands of souls who scream about confession,
Shouldn’t worry now they will have one in Hell.
You call this fortune I call this bad luck.
They tell you to fight but you are the one who is fucked.
Clean cut pigs spreading seeds of war.
You hold a gun but you are not gonna win a draw!
Ready to blow your way through
Where your eyes? You don’t have a clue.
Youth stolen away, old age never will come
They call you a hero but you not the one.
So, if all this true
Are you sure you wanna die if no one would die for you...
August 16, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
G i joe
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2006
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