Lyrics

Go get your mom, son. I think its time for you to fall by the wayside. How could they ever think we deserved this mess we have to clean, at their bedside. Well I dont think that I can undo everything that you?ve done. Why couldn't you let me choose, age is not the problem. Grandfathers and sons alike, taking care of business while their grandkids go and fight, just as long as its all worth it. We?re not too young to die, in our nations eyes that great, Heaven help us. So get you gun, son, and you children they?ll need all of them. (Chorus) And now Im far from home and I feel like nothings grown but pain, Heaven help me. Be it chance or fate, next time I will choose the time and the place. (Chorus)