Home and done, it's just begun More than it ever did before To bring sweetness to his cup Tastes the same on any tongue
How was I to feel it when a gun was in my hands? How was I to see straight? In the dust and blinding sun Just a pair of boots on the ground
On the screen the young men die In the rubble of their lives The volume pumped right up But not enough to drown it out Sounds the same in any tongue
How am I to see you when my faith stands in the way? And the waiting is long done With a joystick in my hand When the call to arms has come.