F N G on point, in a steaming hell hole
With a rifle in hand and a heart full of dread,
A soldier walks by like damaged lost soul,
Every step he takes, he remembers the dead.
The world outside sees it differently,
But here it’s a circus, a never-ending tragedy.
Huey choppers are the heroes way up high,
Bringing hope to the weary, as the bullets fly.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
It’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
Crazy Brave stood tall, a warrior so unafraid,
He’d laugh in the face of the danger they’d find,
With a spirit like fire, and a weapon he’d made.
But the jungle took him leaving memories behind.
Now the squad tent feels bigger he was thirty days short,
In this tragic circus, he’s just a stat on a report
Huey choppers are the heroes way up high,
Bringing hope to the weary, as the bullets fly.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
The drums of war echo, in the glare of ark light,
With every fallen brother, we’re losing the fight.
In this twisted carnival with the horror it’s built on,
They’d sooner stay at the Hanoi Hilton!.
At the end of a day they’ll still say “Did I survive?!”,
Write another letter to say “I’m still alive.” .
In the heart of the chaos, you only want to go home,
Didn’t want a circus ticket
And you’re not alone.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
I didn’t ask to fight in this.
I’m not sure what ‘this’ is to begin with!
And who’s this guy Charlie anyway?!
With a rifle in hand and a heart full of dread,
A soldier walks by like damaged lost soul,
Every step he takes, he remembers the dead.
The world outside sees it differently,
But here it’s a circus, a never-ending tragedy.
Huey choppers are the heroes way up high,
Bringing hope to the weary, as the bullets fly.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
It’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
Crazy Brave stood tall, a warrior so unafraid,
He’d laugh in the face of the danger they’d find,
With a spirit like fire, and a weapon he’d made.
But the jungle took him leaving memories behind.
Now the squad tent feels bigger he was thirty days short,
In this tragic circus, he’s just a stat on a report
Huey choppers are the heroes way up high,
Bringing hope to the weary, as the bullets fly.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
The drums of war echo, in the glare of ark light,
With every fallen brother, we’re losing the fight.
In this twisted carnival with the horror it’s built on,
They’d sooner stay at the Hanoi Hilton!.
At the end of a day they’ll still say “Did I survive?!”,
Write another letter to say “I’m still alive.” .
In the heart of the chaos, you only want to go home,
Didn’t want a circus ticket
And you’re not alone.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Where a life is only saved by the bullets in a gun.
Oh, it’s a tragic circus, under the burning sun,
Back in The World they don’t mean a thing to anyone.
I didn’t ask to fight in this.
I’m not sure what ‘this’ is to begin with!
And who’s this guy Charlie anyway?!
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