| You Are Nothing |
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| Written by Mini Moo | |
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Marching into the sky of black, Not knowing if you're ever coming back. Leaving your life in their hands And fulfilling the wishes of evil demands. You don't know why, there's no reason, But don't say no and be shot for treason. You play the game, play by their rules, They're the master of puppets, you fool; Don't you see what they do, don't you care? The stale stench of death fills the night air. They are using you, can't you see? Is this what you aspire to be? An iron fist, a black heart of stone; They will break you down, right to the bone. You are nothing to them, it is true So, lying in a field, your lips turn blue. They're in the warm; they don't give a damn, As long as you die in the quest for Saddam. You'll be a hero, a saint; You'll be remembered in paint. Just don't forget why you're there, And why, for family, it's too much to bear. You die alone, trying to do some good; But you are nothing, face down in the mud. |