He said, “Son, have you see
the world?
Well what would you say if I said that you could?
Just carry this gun, you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”
Black leather boots, spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang, we all became friends
As we learned how to fight.
A hero of war, yeah that’s what I’ll be!
And when I come home, they’ll be damn proud of me!
I’ll carry this flag to the grave if I must,
'cause it’s flag that I love, and a flag that I
trust.
I kicked in the door, I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away, a bag over his face
from his family and his friends.
They took off his clothes, they p*ssed in his hands
I told them to stop, but then I joined in
We beat him with guns and batons, not just once
But again and again.
A hero of war.. yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home, they’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag to the grave if I must
'cause it’s flag that I love, and a flag that I
trust.
She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop, I begged her to stay
But she pressed on, so I lifted my gun
and I fired away.
And the shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand that the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand..
A flag white as snow.
A hero of war.. Is that what they see?
Just medals and scars, so damn proud of me?
And I brought home that flag, now it gathers dust
But it’s a flag that I love
It’s the only flag I trust.
He said, "Son, have you seen the world?
Well what would you say if I said that you
could?"