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