Song Description

Entry for the "Protest" contest element of the 2010 6-pack. Recorded on Garageband '09 using only samples and male vocal.

Lyrics

Copyright © 2010 Jim Ferrie Music

Roadblock in this God-forsaken town
Four of us on guard and far from home
I ask myself can I be free
When I'm killin' folk that's just like me?
Starin' at the bodies on the ground

Too long I been lying in the sun
Left leg gone a-missin' with ma gun
IED and three friends gone
Hope the chopper don't take long
Wonder if i'll ever make it home home

Navy doctor come and say to me
My hearing will return but I won't see
There's screamin' moanin' all around
I wish they'd put me in the ground
Just another torn-up casualty

They say I done 'em proud and served 'em well
Well the politicians all can go to hell
I know I done the best I can
Just like my Daddy in Vietnam, while
Deep inside me grows a rebel yell

I'm gonna march on Washington DC
Sitting proud my buddy wheelin' me
Our voices hundred thousand strong
Singin' out our protest song
Collective voices of the war's debris

So, do to other folks as you'd be done
If that ain't you I guess you'd better run
Coz reckonin's a-gonna come
With every bullet from a gun
There's way too many wasted guys like me
Every time you look I hope you'll see
That we're the livin' cost of liberty