The flags are raised,
The horns are blowing,
Its now time
That we get going

We march to battle,
We cry our songs
We help each other
Through the rights and wrongs

Its hard life for a soldier
So lonely, and harsh
They are the ones that need us
As they take their death march

We sleep with peace,
We eat our food,
We complain about things
That upset our mood

We blame the military
For the wrongs of war
But when it's time
They are the ones who are fighting for

Our freedom,
Our hope,
Our right to complain,
What right of it is ours,
To raise Cain
 
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