It's another rainy Sunday cemetery
Aunt Jimmy has (dysentery)
I sighned up for the Military
Now there sending me away
They have packed all my things
Telling Me
Imgoing to have to kill somebody
someday
I think to myself
If someone must die by my hands
might as well be me
Cause Im not their killing machine
We cant go on
I cant go on
Like I am
Forced into war
for the freedoms we live for
For those who hunger for more
For the ONE who wont go to war
Its another rainy Sunday cemetery
and the solders all have (dysentary)
We are ALL in the MILITARY
and I have been here too long
to long to go on and on and on
It always rains on Sunday
Always pours on Monday
The sun never shines on Teusday
The wind always blows Wednsday
they ask me to kill on Friday
and on Saterday I sent a letter
that Read I AM NOT YOUR KILLING MACHINE.
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