Old men sending young men to die
Somewhere half way around the world
Grab your boots and grab your gun
Kiss a picture of your baby girl
I guess we could all use a little help X3
The war comes home when a soldier leaves
A wife and children who never sleep
How did we ever let it come to this
We used to say be, and let it be
I guess we could all use a little help X3
The war comes home when a soldier don't
No one should ever have to bury the sun
I guess you can’t spread peace and love
With the barrel of a gun
I guess we could all use a little help X3