Body bags and flying flags
Dusty boots and dog tags
War.
Body bags and bloody rags
Dusty boots and dog tags
Lonely roads and missile fire
Notes to homeland empire
Body bags and jet lag
Leather boots and dog tags
White rich and bomb dropping
Night sticks, mom's shopping
For dead sons with new coffins
And old guns the fire often
In city streets all packed and bustlin
With mother's daughters, sons and husbands
Body bags and burning flags
Homeless vets with dog tags
Dirty streets and clear syringes
Concrete steps of closed business
A claim to fame. A soldier slain.
The ending game the same refrain
The granite stone, the soldiers name
A nation scared to point the blame