Blood in my mouth,
longing for the south.
This place is all skin and bone,
can't wait to go home.
My sons have gone to war,
it makes my stomach sore.
they could be dying or even dead,
can't get these thoughts out of my head.
He got a bullet to the chest,
I can't remember the rest.
My brother just died,
while I was standing at his side.
My youngest son is dead,
i can't go to bed.
i cant even sleep,
let alone eat.
Got shot in the arm,
that's the least of my harm.
A gash on my head,
oh how i wish i was dead.
My son has left the battle,
but it doesn't really matter.
he'll be back in there in a few days,
getting his head blown away.
Bad news again my best mate's been shot,
i'm back again and man its hot.
My best mate's gone and my brother too,
dear brother how i miss you.
My son's back out there gaining his fame,
he wrote me a letter about how he wishes he was out of the game.
His best mate was killed on the first of may,
that really blew me away.
I walk out and hear a scream,
still wishing it was a bad dream.
blood everywhere,
big cut through my hair.
No news from him this make me sad,
I feel so guilty and so bad.
Goodbye my son i loved you so,
how i wish you wouldn't go.
I just cannot stand this anymore,
this world of war.
I fall flat on the floor,
the world is spinning down and down,
then comes black and no more.
