Post by Joe on Oct 21, 2006 13:58:29 GMT -5
Desert Storm Child
Man child born in the winter of the desert storm
Laughing and drinking days the norm
Nothing would ever be the same after what he saw
Tough hard killers eighteen at war
Fighting in a land I never knew was there
Why I was fighting I never did care
No time for death and no time to spare
Kill those fuckers, it was all so clear
Come back alive and arrive in style
But something died, her loving man child
He did things that would never be seen
That tough hard killer now aged nineteen
Fighting in a land I never knew was there
Why I was fighting oh I never did care
But something was lost in that thousand-yard stare
That night in the desert storm
It was all a game, now feels like a dream
Long lost memories of harrowing screams
Those long hot days and bitter cold nights
Why was I fighting, was it for human rights
I never wanted to be like this
It never should have been like this
What did I know, I was just a kid
When that tough hard killer did what he did.
So many years have come and gone
Now coming home your long lost son
I know it was hard the night sweats, waking dread
At last now rest that killer is dead
Fought in a land I never knew was there
So much time till I finally could care
Your man child coming home, your son
That tough weeping killer at long last gone
It’s good to be back home
Yes it’s good be back home where I belong
I was that child, always, all along.
Man child born in the winter of the desert storm
Laughing and drinking days the norm
Nothing would ever be the same after what he saw
Tough hard killers eighteen at war
Fighting in a land I never knew was there
Why I was fighting I never did care
No time for death and no time to spare
Kill those fuckers, it was all so clear
Come back alive and arrive in style
But something died, her loving man child
He did things that would never be seen
That tough hard killer now aged nineteen
Fighting in a land I never knew was there
Why I was fighting oh I never did care
But something was lost in that thousand-yard stare
That night in the desert storm
It was all a game, now feels like a dream
Long lost memories of harrowing screams
Those long hot days and bitter cold nights
Why was I fighting, was it for human rights
I never wanted to be like this
It never should have been like this
What did I know, I was just a kid
When that tough hard killer did what he did.
So many years have come and gone
Now coming home your long lost son
I know it was hard the night sweats, waking dread
At last now rest that killer is dead
Fought in a land I never knew was there
So much time till I finally could care
Your man child coming home, your son
That tough weeping killer at long last gone
It’s good to be back home
Yes it’s good be back home where I belong
I was that child, always, all along.