Bambu - Vet

Текст песни

Marines come home
After fighting for their home
While the banks back home
Went and took away their own
Now they home gone
And job’s gone
Matter of fact, mine gone
'cause mine been smoking cigarettes while trying to
Now he home, and homeless
Got creditor’s
Those starbucks that took over his neighborhood
Don’t want 'em
No job offering
Lost in the american dream
And the images of bodies on the ground
PTSD
USA, they don’t want to stand up
For their own
But they expect you to stand up
When they need you to overthrow
Another regime that went rogue
So you fought down to the bone
To get sent back home
With those voices in your dome
America america
Oh what did you expect?
You sent your boys to die over a lie
Vet
Now I’m buried in the sand watching my brother bleed out
I’m trying to find from where he bleeding
Trying to keep the bleeding down
Until he finally goes away, and I
Have to be right back on patrol the next day
And every car that passes my platoon looks the same
As the car that had the bomb that blew my brother away
Now I’m paranoid and shooting anything with a face
The medical exams said it was safe for me to separate
And on the day I came home I recognized nothing
The voices in my head said «grab a gun and start dumping»