Their graves are marked with chiseled stones,
While their bodies lie under so dead and cold...
We fight for the red, white and blue the USA
We fight for our right to party...
It\\\'s a windy day in Saudi Arabia.
As the troops sit around dreaming of America...
Little freckled face.
Tiny little cheeks...
Death advances now
on the front line...
We are our own country,
And our own continent...
There\'s no tears in war, there\'s no time to cry...
Pain is just weakness leaving you body so suck it...
WHERE WARS ARE WON OR LOST
Wars are waged by older men...
HE STARES IN THE FACE OF DEATH
WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT...
So many have I seen, pass through these gates...
Soldier standing tall and straight,
brave,strong,and willing...
Give me my freedom
Give me my pride...