We were young and dumb not stupid

Some were lost some knew the way

Some of us were full of anger

Some of us were full of pain

But that night we set our foots

On that damn bus we turned the same

Now I spend mi nights awake

I hope they're bringing my ass home

Cause I'm getting cold

Got my rifle with me

A pack of smokes and a light to stop the shivering

But boys will be boys

We don't play the victim

Might not make it home but thats what I signed up on my enlistment

This damn fucking War

They need to end it quickly

I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform

It no longer fits me

Has been worn and torn

But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding

I miss the sound of a thousand songbirds

Smell of green fields in the summer

Miss my dog my bed my peace

I miss my home

And I've been trying on different things

To get my mind from shedding tears

There's a saying that men don't cry when things get tough

Cause I'm getting cold

Got my rifle with me

A pack of smokes and a light to stop the shivering

But boys will be boys

We don't play the victim

Might not make it home but thats what I signed up on my enlistment

This damn fucking War

They need to end it quickly

I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform

It no longer fits me

Has been worn and torn

But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding

This damn fucking War

They need to end it quickly

I've been stuck in this damn trench so long it's sickening

This old uniform

It no longer fits me

Has been worn and torn

But keeps holding most of my wounds from bleeding