Nasty
A war is a nasty thing
What good does it all bring?
Made all the mothers cry
When their sons had to die
Buddies that came home in a bag
Covered with an American flag
All died oh so very young,
Never had a chance to get it done
Only received the one same reward –
An early trip to see the Lord
Oh, a war is downright so nasty
Like a bitter pill is to swallow
Leaving all feeling unclean and hollow
A war is a nasty thing
What good does it all bring?
Robs every man of his soul
While never reaching any goal
Never feeling like a survivor
More like a lost truck driver
Carrying a guilty unwanted load
Down a long dusty road
Years full of lonely miles
Without ever cracking a smile
A war is a nasty thing
What good does it all bring?
Days that pass slowly on
Still missing those that are gone
Nights never seem to end
When thinking about a lost best friend
Doomed to spend every day the same
Playing an unforgiving game
Could have been a winner
Only ended up being a sinner
Oh a war is downright so nasty
Like a bitter pill is to swallow
Leaving all feeling unclean and hollow
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