Dear mama,
I just wanted to let you know
Mama i just wanted to say
That i miss you
And I can't wait to get back home
Did they talk about us on the news today?
Did they tell everybody how we are fighting for your freedom?
Mama this uniform gets so warm in the desert sun
Don't worry mama my machine gun keeps me cool
At least until the storm has begun
With every step the truth becomes clearer
Falsified in this depraved theatre
'Round and 'round we go
I can't hear you
With every breath the lie becomes weaker
Falsified in this depraved theatre
'Round and 'round we go
I can't hear you
You play along
You sing that song
March to the drums of war and fear
In this deception
Communication
Is lost in all the smoke and mirrors
Dear mama,
My blood is drying in these desert sands
I'm not sure
But i think i took a shot
Everything is spinning
I'm getting dizzy
And it's hard to breath
The desert sun is getting hot
Don't worry mama my machine gun is getting cool
And I've lost the urge to write
But mama
Does it comfort you to know this?
That the box that i come home in
Will be dressed in stars and stripes