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Soldier boy, it's not your fight. Without you they are nothing
Why dwell upon those far away when you could still be there?
Choose your own damn enemy, what if he's just bluffing?
Throw the rifle down
Go home

Fighting for a country is like queuing for the noose
Your face, your name, your number will be sold and then abused
The flowers and the dignitaries respect the long discarded
Who could be here right now if they had just refused
Go home

Soldier boy, don't takе the candy -- down there no onе wins
Except the ghoul behind the desk who strokes his perfect chin
If he is the bad guy, know he'll never pay the toll
He'll live to 1500, not a blemish on his soul
Go home

Go home