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Body Count - Shallow graves




You give me for honor (graves)

Where your soldeirs lay (graves)

They're so far away (graves)

The home of the brave (graves)

I won't die in your bullshit wars no more

I won't fight to my death for you

I won't watch my poor mama cry no more

Muthafuck your red, white and blue


Thousands of men go to war to fight for

Politics which they don't understand

Murder people who they never met

When they make it home they're

Considered a vet

Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die

Far from home, all alone, it's a sin

All you get in return in a shit shallow grave

Cause in war there's no way you can win

Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck,

You're just pawns in the game off the board

Brainwashed to the point where you kill at

The drop of a dime

But it's not called a crime

Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ?

Thousands die, human beings you choose

Once in you're owned by the man,

Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave,

Shallow graves


You give me for honor




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