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(Hip, hip, hooray) When I was in school, I stayed away from the war prudes A voice said, "If he has a favorite war, the kid has gotta be bad news" And in an early July, I took a trip to the gun range, yeah I hit the paper man right in the eye I can't say I don't get the hype But I guess I don't understand this feeling Is it eating you up inside? Are you dying to kill a man? Is it going to keep you alive? The ROTC kid with the cheerleading captain And we can't figure out how the relationship happened He doesn't seem to like what she chooses to do with hеr body But I guess he's getting ovеr his body as well You think you'd get it more than anyone else I guess I don't understand this feeling Is it eating you up inside? Is it really the only option? There's always going to be a fire to fight You're the son of a lawyer and the son of a doctor But dreams of holding a gun and jumping out of a chopper Letras de cancionesAnd everyone here is a poor kid, right out of high school But you're different from the rest of your peers, hell You're the only one who knows why they're here I guess I don't understand this feeling Is it eating you up inside? 'Cause you're just a little kid You shouldn't have to choose how you die In some other life, you're living into your nineties You got a couple of kids and your wife doesn't like me And you turn on the news and see the cycle repeating But you're safe in the walls of your house Aren't you happy that you never went out? I guess I don't understand this feeling But I pray that you dodge the mines When you're stepping on foreign land And not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die Not a soul is ready to die From Letras Mania