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Came upon an accidentSeven soldiers lying there, half to deathLocked the door, round the roomAnd stood there staring as they bledNever wanted to see another man's eyeHow could I look to that kind of face?So I ran across the road, and I got one son of a bitchI don't care no more what side that I'm onTook the farm where I was bornAnd try to show me how to plow my own fieldI work my wife right to the graveAnd force my children seeing anything that they could stealAnd I could never live a life like thatAnd I could only live a life like mineThe first rocks that we threwRight between the eyesThose bastards never stop until they dieCame upon them by accidentA hundred men lying there, fast asleepTook them down in fifteen minutesWell, I just stood there in disbeliefNever want to see another man's eyeHow could I look to my own face?So I ran so far across that field that I couldn't hear the shotsI don't know no more what side that I'm onI don't know no more what side that I'm on From Letras Mania