Song Description
Story about a homeless vet who keeps a bullet casing for every person he killed. He tries to assuage his guilt by honoring their memory and thus becomes a living monument to war. It is an anti-war song.
| Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Blues - Modern, Jazz - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
War |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
He sits by the side of the road in squalor
I do the Macarena when he asks for a dollar
The cardboard sign in his hand says ?Vet?
He looks like every homeless bum that I ever met
He had a mother
Mybe he?s somebody?s brother
Look in his eyes; emptiness to the core
A living monument to war
Jingle in his pocket jogs his memory
Empty shell casings are his reason to be
For every life he wasted, he keeps a bullet shell
A personal reminder of his personal hell
Guilt in his pocket
Like a grenade on a rocket
In case you wonder what he?s doing it for
He?s a living monument to war
Instrumental bridge
Empty shells in his pocket
Each nightmare in a locket
He didn?t want to be the one to keep score but
He?s a living monument to war
Yeah, guilt in his pocket
Like a grenade on a rocket
In case you wonder what he?s doing it for
He?s a living monument to war
A living monument to war