Marching down the street
There is nothing only fear
I am holding my gun up right like they told me
We're moving step by step
There's nothing wrong with me
The soles of my feet are granny skin green moss
The enemy follows the cigarettes I drop
It's over step by step
The sound of pounding feet
Sick of it all
With a bone out my thigh
Yeah there's one man down
But an angel on my side
Are you writing your mom?
Or a home you once knew?
Now there's two men down
And both of them I knew
I'm sure you've got some
Growing Pains
I know I've got some
Growing Pains
Ducking for cover
The bullets fly I watch
Mud in my gun
I can't shoot even if I want
It's over burning down
There's nothing wrong with me
Nothing wrong with me
Making a charge for a hill
Like I'm blind drunk
Knowing my cause for the first time
I'm in front Forgetting
My gun is done
I'll use my fists
Sick of it all
With a bone out my thigh
Yeah there's one man down
But an angel on my side
Are you writing your mom?
Or a home you once knew?
Now there's two men down
And both of them I knew
I'm sure you've got some
Growing Pains
I know I've got some
Growing Pains
Sick of it all
With a bone out my thigh
Yeah there's one man down
But an angel on my side
Are you writing your mom?
Or a home you once knew?
Now there's two men down
And both of them I knew
I'm sure you've got some
Growing Pains
I know I've got some
Growing Pains
