I always knew that you would
Take yourself far from home
As soon as, as far as you could go By the quarter inch cut of your hair
And the army issue green
For the past eight weeks
I can tell where you’ve been
Well, i knew, i could see, it was all cut and dried to me There was soldier’s blue blood streaming inside your veins
There is a world outside of this room and
When you meet it promise me You won’t meet it with your gun
So now you are one of the brave few
It’s so awful sad we need boys like you
I hope the day never comes for
«here's your live round son
Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here’s your gun»
I don’t mean to argue
They’ve made a decent boy of you and
I don’t mean to spoil your homecoming
But baby brother you should expect me to
«Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here’s your gun»
So now does your heart pitter pat
With a patriotic sound
When you see the stripes of old glory waving?
I don’t mean to argue
They’ve made a decent boy of you
I don’t mean to spoil your homecoming my baby brother jude
And i don’t mean to hurt you by saying this again
They’re so good at making soldiers
But they’re not so good
At making men