Rolled into Grand Junction done with the war
Walking these familiar streets looking different now
Is it me or them, me or them, me or them?
It must be me, it must be me, it must be me
I see all the old faces, all the old friends
Their words of kindness and recompense
They toast me with apologetic compliments
But it doesn't mean a thing, it doesn't mean a thing,
It doesn't mean a thing
Do they know, do they know, do they know,
Do they know, do they know,
do they know
That i killed some children outside a place called Kik?
I was doing my job, i thought they were terrorists
I stood over the vehicle and i will never forget
Those twisted arms, the blood, my God,
you don't understand, you don't understand that
I love kids, i love kids, i love kids, i love kids,
I love kids,
i love kids
When you're there you hold onto the home
you thought you knew
Alfalfa in the mesa, and the elk wandering through
But now i'm looking in the distance
as i stand in this strange land
To my memories, my fucking memories
of that day in a foreign land
Why am i still there? Why am i still there? I'm still there,
I'm still there, I'm still there, I'm still there
I stepped off the plane, I've done my time,
I'm done with this, I'm done with this,
I'm done with this, I'm done with this,
I walk the streets, try not to trip,
I shake the hands, i kiss the lips
I make my plan, i stand my ground,
jump from my skin when i hear the sound
That took my best friend,
took my best friend, my best friend,
my best friend, my best friend,
my best friend
I'm moving on, I'm stuck right here,
a runaway rig in second gear
I stay awake, try not to stay,
I kiss my bed, try not to stay
The walls are filled with the other me,
who did not know, who did not know
It's not the same when will it be,
I feel this thunder over me
When will it break, when will it spill?
Why was it my, why was it my,
why was it my time to kill?
Walking these familiar streets looking different now
Is it me or them, me or them, me or them?
It must be me, it must be me, it must be me
I see all the old faces, all the old friends
Their words of kindness and recompense
They toast me with apologetic compliments
But it doesn't mean a thing, it doesn't mean a thing,
It doesn't mean a thing
Do they know, do they know, do they know,
Do they know, do they know,
do they know
That i killed some children outside a place called Kik?
I was doing my job, i thought they were terrorists
I stood over the vehicle and i will never forget
Those twisted arms, the blood, my God,
you don't understand, you don't understand that
I love kids, i love kids, i love kids, i love kids,
I love kids,
i love kids
When you're there you hold onto the home
you thought you knew
Alfalfa in the mesa, and the elk wandering through
But now i'm looking in the distance
as i stand in this strange land
To my memories, my fucking memories
of that day in a foreign land
Why am i still there? Why am i still there? I'm still there,
I'm still there, I'm still there, I'm still there
I stepped off the plane, I've done my time,
I'm done with this, I'm done with this,
I'm done with this, I'm done with this,
I walk the streets, try not to trip,
I shake the hands, i kiss the lips
I make my plan, i stand my ground,
jump from my skin when i hear the sound
That took my best friend,
took my best friend, my best friend,
my best friend, my best friend,
my best friend
I'm moving on, I'm stuck right here,
a runaway rig in second gear
I stay awake, try not to stay,
I kiss my bed, try not to stay
The walls are filled with the other me,
who did not know, who did not know
It's not the same when will it be,
I feel this thunder over me
When will it break, when will it spill?
Why was it my, why was it my,
why was it my time to kill?
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