Tin Soldiers
Sickening smell of gasoline and gore
I can't take much more of this Goddamn war.
My third tour of duty, I'm all worn-out.
The folk's back home lost hope, beyond a doubt.
Our clueless leaders lead the battle cry
my battling buddies gave both their lives.
All expendable soldiers, unknown names.
Little tin men in some general's war game.
We're here for the sake of Democracy
but I know better, it's hypocrisy.
We're the victims of this unworthy war
The fallen brave and the esprit de corps.
I pray each night this war will someday close
but I know which way the winds of war blows.
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