The exit is here
But he doesn't use it
A gentleman who doesn't take his time
A calling is beckoned
So he packs his bags
This man puts his life on the line
Facing the land
The land of nomads
The men who fight the fight of life
They walk the line
They walk the line
The plot thickens as the line begins to wear away
They all want to go home
The fight is strong
But the people are poor
They have no way to feel more
Exhilaration's not the word I'm looking for
It's a tragedy
When a good man goes to war
Running into the flame
The flame of hatred and malice
The suits only have themselves to blame
The innocent die
The guilty survive
The battle is a total mistake
They all want to go home
The fight is strong
But the people are poor
They have no way to feel more
Exhilaration's not the word I'm looking for
It's a tragedy
When a good man goes to war
He has a family
He has a girl
He has a life
And you've given him a knife
He has a job
A job he enjoys
A job of his own
And now you've made him feel all alone
The fight is strong
But the people are poor
They have no way to feel more
Exhilaration's not the word I'm looking for
It's a tragedy
When a good man goes to war
It's a tragedy
When a good man goes to war
It's a tragedy
When a good man goes to war
