FGFC820 - Killing Fields

Killing Fields
FGFC820
05:36
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Radio Free America Announcer: It's 11:59 on Radio Free America; this is Uncle Sam, with music, and the truth until dawn. Right now I've got a few words for some of our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone: "the chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall", "John has a long mustache, John has a long mustache". It's twelve o'clock, American, another day closer to victory. And for all of you out there, on, or behind the line, this is your song.

This war is a lie
Judge the righteous from their place on high
But I wonder who they'd blame
If their ivory towers were set aflame

And how did it seem
To watch 9/11 on a TV screen?
While we lived through it
City's burning in a fiery pit

We march across the killing fields
We set the laws with swords and shield
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die

Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we must make

Now a shaky hand
Brings the news from a far off land
This man, they cut him down
Spilled his blood on foreign ground

His loss should be a sign
Of valor to those left behind
The end, the letter read
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead"

We march across the killing fields
We set the laws with swords and shield
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die

Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we must make

We remember. Each of us gathered here today safely sheltered.
We remember the graves far away, nurses, soldiers, children stabbed in the back.
But remembering is not enough; hating is not enough, sacrifices.
What do they ask of us, the heroes we mourn?
What do they ask of us, our marching sons across the seas.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with them, forging the guns of vengeance.

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We march across the killing fields
We set the laws with swords and shield
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die

Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we must make