When I look around all I see is people
Doing the things they gotta do
Being themselves and having fun
They aren’t just soldiers with guns
They’re ladies and gents in an all time arms race
With family and friends, lovers and kids
And homes waiting for them to come back
Standing in our squads of rank
Waiting for dawn and another day of war
But I’m not the same as them
I ain’t got a home, I ain’t got a family
There’s no-one keeping a bed for me
