ARGHANDAB from Bomb Songs by Just Reuben
Tracklist
| 4. | ARGHANDAB | 3:27 |
Lyrics
The sun sets on a dry river bed, wrapped around a mountain, the mountain that keeps it dead, young soldiers lie down and rest their heads, dreams of home and women that carry on in their stead
America land of the free, home of the brave, hosts to those who do not know what they have and never slaved, children claiming that they crave war like they been there before, but if they had would they be the ones that were begging for more
So when it comes knock, knock, knock, knockin on your front door, I suggest you ignore the reapers call, you know not whats instore
There's a valley somewhere with things never seen, miles of poppy fields and pomegranate trees, men toil the land so families get to eat, then we came through just like a snake slithering
Are you ready for everyone you've ever known to become an enemy, and every street you've ever seen fill up with hostility, are you telling me ya got the trigger squeeze till someone no longer breathes, why talk of treason when ya wake up seazin, needle in your arm with only first world reasons, thirty extra pounds half a lung got ya weezin, get your shit together it's fighting season
So GoodNight, sleep tight, even atheists pray in a firefight, hoping that tomorrow IED's don't bite, hoping for tomorrow hoping that there is tomorrow
