| 1 in 4 were on the shores
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| Now they’re begging and they’re bribing in the post-war cold, t
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| He scattered shells their internal wars
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| The broken the discarded ones
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| Who crawled along exploding cars
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| Survivors lost in a lost cause
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| The bullet in his heart will he take it all on
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| Will he die on the sand or on the boulevard with gun
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| To the front of his forehead
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| Maybe it will bring a little peace and solace
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| Quiet the cry the unending riot
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| Lives to dream of his former life now rubble…
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| Under the gaze of our eyes, a solemn sigh…
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| No salvation, no sanity
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| He’s just a silhouette forgotten in headlines
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| Now their rotting under neon lights
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| No life worth living, former armor piercing
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| War-relics, rusting away
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| Could this be what they had in mind
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| Were the GI’s blind during the war cries
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| Promise all the things they can’t afford
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| No security for the veterans tonight
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| Johnny got fucked by the GI bill
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| Choking on that bitter pill
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| Took what seemed the safest bet
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| And now he’s home drowning in debt
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| He hates his wife his life’s a mess
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| House and car got repossessed
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| Said it ain’t right man I’m a vet
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| And set out for the statehouse with a gun |