STRANGELAND

Strangeland
We'll toast to our brothers and spit on the ground
Tomorrow we'll dance with the dead
We'll sharpen our sabers and let slip the hounds
Put the women and children to bed
And we come from all corners and colors and clans
But we all pray the same when shit hits the fan
And we're "good to go", ready and bad to the bone
Stand steadfast and steady and promise to bring the boys home-
My father/son legacy
Home of the brave - land of the free

Pictures from over the ocean - postcards sent from the sand
Portraits and letters to help them remember
The kings of the desert - strangers in a strange land

We'll toast to our brothers and spit on the ground
Tomorrow we'll dance with the dead
We'll write to our mothers and make them all proud
Live for parcels and playboy they send
And we don't give a damn what the fighting's about
Just shoot straight ahead and let god sort 'em out
And we're red, white and blue-blind and too green to know
But we're locked and we're loaded and promise to bring the boys home-
It's not what it used to be
Soldier unknown- will you still remember me?

Pictures from over the ocean - postcards sent from the sand
Portraits and letters to help me remember
The kings of the desert - strangers in a strange land

We'll toast to our brothers and fit on our crown - tomorrow we'll dance with the dead...

Pictures from over the ocean - instagram captures my earth
Photographs sent from the frontline - shots that were heard 'round the world
Portraits and letters that help me remember
The kings of the desert - strangers in a strange land



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Richards
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link