Killing Machine
They decorated me ceremoniously, the governor was there and 3 generals too I got my medals, I was on TV, but now what am I supposed to do? ‘cause there is no job for a killing machine back here in civilization the army said they’d train me and give me a skill, then they gave me a gun and sent me to kill and now I’m home, but there is no home for a newly retired killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? So I walked into my bar unceremoniously, I was a regular here not so long ago But now to some I’m a bit of a celebrity and to the rest I’m just a jar-head, a G.I. Joe I buy a couple rounds but it ain’t the same, I’ll never again be one of the guys So I sit at home and watch TV and try to forget what I know I can’t There’s no escape, and no reprieve For a newly unemployed killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? They arrested me ceremoniously, they read me my rights like a reading at a mass I’ll get 3 square meals and an orange jumpsuit, but at least I will no longer be out on my ass I’ll make dog-tags and license plates- the irony, I’ll take orders again like I did before They say I can take classes and learn a trade, I’ll lift weightss and drink cool aid But there’s no honor to be had in this place For a newly incarcerated killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? Killing machine I guess I’ll always be a killing machine I don’t want to be a killing machine
Posted Monday, May 18th 2009
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