He grew up with nothing He lived and died poor A father of four He left his family temporarily For a future based on words of chicanery They said join the Army Join the Navy He joined the Marines And his children were proud But exhaltation was exhausted And patronage died When this expendable number Left his family of five Imposture And all that man wanted was To provide a better existence for His kids and wife An investment that cost him his life A family of ethics has... A fatality of war can't be noble enough To justify the loss of life so young Continental security Atonement, there's no such thing There was no hero in the end Only letters of resent, remorse, regret Bitter resent Imposture And all those boys wanted was To be alive, A return of existence yet So many died And those who returned were alone With nothing awaiting at home Again the headlines read "A Noble Soldier Finds A Noble Ending" They are the ones who can be done without Expendable numbers forgotten No doubt A family of ethics has died