Tired of drinking and fighting for fun

Tommy took the uniform and the gun

His fathers son

New how to get a job done

Could of been the dark, the heat or dust

But it wasn't the target he shot in the rush

Tom get a hold of your head it's a fuckin war

Put the cash on the body and get out the door

The words burned in his mind

A mother cries

This is my home

This is not a war zone no war zone home

Kelso's cold and so's Kelly tonight

She sits in the gutter under the light in silence

Away from the violence

She waits

Mrs Cook stirs when a kelpie barks

Is that Kelly sitting out in the dark? They must be drinking and fighting again he's gonna kill her if he belts her like he did on the weekend

She calls it in shuts the blinds

A woman cries

This is my home

This is not a war zone no war zone home

Now there's a woolies on the corner and KFC

Got tiny phones and big TV's

But there's a part of the sky we can't get back

That dozers too far down the one way track

But I can pick my beer and my footy team

Thank christ I'm free

This is my home

This is not a war zone no war zone home