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when he died they gave him a 21 gun salute seven rifles, seven faces, fourteen shining boots and the burning pavement burned their faces as each of them expended three blank cartridge cases and the woman dressed in black was looking very pale as she tried to hide her milky tears behind the darkened veil and the children left their inhibitions stranded in the car and they cried and wept and carried on til they couldn't cry no more well the consummate professional rarely has good friends and the man that's in the service hardly gets what he deserves until it ends and they ship him home in a white pine box with a piece of metal on his chest that doesn't cost a lot and the wives all dress in navy blue will point their withering glares at you 'cause the grief feels like a vacuum that wants to pull you in too but the children left their scruples stranded in the past and their lives are all just goin' downhill, goin' downhill fast but if there's good for me then there is good for you if there's good for me then there is hope for you if there's hope for me then there is good for you From Letras Mania