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Mr. Marine when are you coming home?it's been far too long since you've been goneflags been flown, just a battle for prideis one more day spent down by your gravesideLetters postmarked words soaked in fearhoping to god that someone is thereMother and father don't look very wellI guess I'll never know why good men go to hellDear Mr. President you'd better wash your handsdid you leave flowers by his grave?as they lowered him down, did you see his mother cry?how many lives could you have saved?there's a horn in the air and a man in uniforma woman in tears, I can hear the rifle singa brown telegram screaming "What was all this for?""take it back, take it fucking back, oh god"Dear Mr. President you'd better wash your handsdid you leave flowers by their gravesas the train left town, did you see his children cry?how many lives were lost in vain?how many could you have saved?it's a long somber walk up Cemetary Hillyou said you'd be home and I'll be here untilyou walk through the door, smile full of pridefor now I'll be here waiting down by your graveside From Letras Mania