Tow the Line

Bring em home Solja, solja lay your guns dwn You can come home Your job is done now The Baghdad skies are on Fire tonight We pay the bills They tow the line We all remember where we we're That day When thelie was born, and The TV played We danced around in a bloody rage While the neocons laughed and Played The call went out and the Heed was paid The uniform and the green barets All in the wrong time All in the wrong place While the war drums beat All night and day away Solja, solja lay your guns down The years went on And nothing changed The lie was dieing and the TV played That same ol' song But we're not the same We're sick and tired of playing That fuct up game All the politicians are a Fucking shame They don't understand a Blue collar man And the general doesn't fucking care That a mother's son Will never be here again Solja, solj lay yourguns down The troops come home to ward 57 The boys come home confused And forgotten Wonderin if uncle sam is Still listenin To the kids in the neighborhoods Dieing for "freedom" We all remember where we We're that day When the lie was born and The TV played We all know it wasn't for nothing Cuz that was the day the Veil dropped on the illusion Solja, solja lay your guns down