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Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬ When the bullets start to pour Lie about some greater good‬ When you ship me off to war‬ A thousand dead on either side Is there no one keeping score‬? I just wanna make it home When you ship me off to war We at war, we don't know what for They made up a reason behind closed doors At the end of the season, we leave Make an enemy bleed, hit the sеashore with the C4 We don't rеcord, we just reload If you need more, it's a cheat code with unlimited rounds When you hear the sound, start hitting the ground It's time to go make America proud But this ain't as fun as what they claim it be This ain't a video game, you see I shot the kid same age as me 'Cause he ain't from the same place as me And now the bloodstain stays with me I'm homesick and I miss my mama Can't sleep, I'm living with this trauma I wanna just believe the dogma But I can't take it much longer Letras de canciones Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬ When the bullets start to pour Lie about some greater good‬ When you ship me off to war‬ A thousand dead on either side Is there no one keeping score‬? I just wanna make it home When you ship me off to war When you ship me off to war Yeah Watch me spend these billions Bombing these civilians Making enemies out of children Am I the good guy? Am I the villain? I go back and forth, chameleon My partner next to me, he was twenty-three When he went out to check the scene Then he stepped on an IED, goddamn Teflon, got a bulletproof vest on But I still wanna hide and flee Something died inside when I wondered Why they caught him and not me This shit ain't always what it seem When they changing the regime Better wake me from this crazy dream Living in the war machine Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬ When the bullets start to pour Lie about some greater good‬ When you ship me off to war‬ A thousand dead on either side Is there no one keeping score‬? I just wanna make it home When you ship me off to war Ship me off to war Ship me off to war Ship me off to war Ship me off to war Joined Uncle Sam as soon as I turned eighteen (Oh no, no, no) Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean (Oh no, no, no) Follow my command, do or die, ain't no in between (Oh no, no, no) Try to wash my hands, never gonna get them clean (PTSD, PTSD) I might, I might Fuck around and start World War III (Woo) Tell me what I'm supposed to think‬ When the bullets start to pour Lie about some greater good‬ When you ship me off to war‬ A thousand dead on either side Is there no one keeping score‬? I just wanna make it home When you ship me off to war From Letras Mania