LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

Born to serve my country
Born to die and slowly rot
Wrapped inside the national flag
Model guns inside my cot
Learned to crawl through model minefields
Long before I learned to walk
Learned to say the names of rifles
Long before I learned to talk

Grew up in your shadow
Stern, commanding man’o’war
Bedtime stories all of battles
Forefathers who went before
Shooting cans at twenty paces
Long before I made a friend
What a warped reality
Too late now for you to make amends

Home was in a lonely fortress
You made murder my profession
Trained to follow your example
Trained to follow your obsession
Trained to follow your commands
“Fighting holds no greater glory”
I was told a million times
Throughout my life that’s been the story

I have no other option
And I know you’ll never understand
How I’d rather kill myself
Than have to kill another man
You’ve crippled me with xenophobia
Hate for you’s my only wealth
This life you lead is not for me
I can’t kill you so now I’ll kill myself