A soldier cried out; my god we killed them all

We've ruined their land I cannot understand my view was so small



We where young we had no jobs, they lured us to join

They paid us well, but they gave us hell

A total disguard of human live

And the president will put a meddle on your breast if he thinks you are the best

But there are no stories in the press how it really was; a mess

And all the ones who did not return, when will we ever learn

That war is no video play, no matter what they say



Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home.

Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home.



Now I am back unlucky they caught me in a trap

Sittin in a wheel chair oxygen on my lap

For me no meddle from the president, he does not respect a soldier who has lost

He only cares for his imagine he doesn't care who bites to dust



And all the voices scream in my mind

Will never have peace of mind

There is no such thing as a winnable war

So where are you fighting for

Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home.

Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home

And mama cried what have you done, they killed my son!

Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home



Harry Loco ©2006