This is about soldiers, PTSD and motorcyles. This is a new recording of a song that I previously named "The Death of Friends". That version is at this link http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=10832867
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The things I’ve done, I’ll never tell
Hate’s a weapon, I aimed to kill
Through Iraq and Afghanistan
I’ve seen the world on fire and the death of friends
I didn’t listen when Dad tried to explain
There would be no glory, only pain
When he mumbled about his time in ‘Nam
He saw the world on fire and the death of friends
I’ll get a leather smile, a tank of fuel, go 300 miles. I’ll play the biker part.
Something new, red white and blue, a fresh tattoo of my homicidal heart
The truest line is pretzled in war
Look in the mirror; I’m not me anymore
All I see are the ones that died
Why can’t I leave these memories behind
Don’t look back, wide awake, eyes on the road
Will it be the bike or me that explodes?
Feet on the highway pegs, I’ll be in the saddle
Praying for the next ones who go into battle
But nothing changes, no, the cycle never ends
They’ll see the world on fire and the death of friends
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