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I sent my son off to die.
Because of a murderous country's lie.
But the trees still grow.
And the birds still fly.
The ghost of Davy Jones is
walking high tonight.

Muster now young soldier boy.
And grab your gun.
The money men they need you now.
You poor man's son.
But the wind still moans.
And the oceans cry.
The ghost of Davy Jones is walking
high tonight.

Sally Anne young bride with child.
I've never seen.
Your picture taped inside the door of my
Humvee.
When the bullets fly
Then the birds they know
Sally tell our unborn son,
I died for Rome.

Blackened cash
The cameras flash
Decisions made.
The hungry fat cats eagerly
Dig all our graves
When the trees won't grow
And the oceans die
You're twice removed from Davy Jones
With all your pride.

Fall into line.
I can't this time.

See the red horizon break
Apart the seams
It's so unending.
We are like a breath of air
Our days are like a shadow passing.
Nothing more that we could want
Then endless war
Fulfilled so we can.
This I think
As my turn comes to kill.
My mind's an improvised explosive.