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june 2-16-06 |
i'll be comin home in the month of june i'm coming home in the month of june i've risen in the ranks, done good, no mistakes the desert wind it breaks around my skin it snakes wont you pray for me not to change too much after what i've seen, after what i've clutched the bombs in the air, fly around as we stare the rockets red glare, mothers runnin scared the corpses prepared in their dark solitaire maybe soon i'll be goin there they got a price on me i got a price on them we got our lives to live, i'm not unlike him reaching out a soldiers hand, buried faces in the sand throwin blood out on the land, playin loud the army band will you love me with my face blown away with my hollow eyes, my mind decayed i've made children run, with the bark of my gun heat pours from the sun, ain't no war ever been won i'll be comin home in the month of june i'm comin home in the month of june |