I kicked in the door, I yelled my commands
The children they cried but I got my man
we took him away, a bag over his face
from his family and his friends
They took off his clothes, they pissed in his hands
I told them to stop, then I joined in
we beat him with guns and batons
not just once but again and again
a hero of war, is that what they see?
just medals and scares, so damn proud of me
And I brought home the flag, now it gathers dust
but it's a flag that I love, the only thing I trust
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