Vet - Bambu

Marines come home

After fighting for their home

While the banks back home

Went and took away their own

Now they home gone

And job’s gone

Matter of fact, mine gone

'cause mine been smoking cigarettes while trying to

Now he home, and homeless

Got creditor’s

Those starbucks that took over his neighborhood

Don’t want 'em

No job offering

Lost in the american dream

And the images of bodies on the ground

PTSD

USA, they don’t want to stand up

For their own

But they expect you to stand up

When they need you to overthrow

Another regime that went rogue

So you fought down to the bone

To get sent back home

With those voices in your dome

America america

Oh what did you expect?

You sent your boys to die over a lie

Vet

Now I’m buried in the sand watching my brother bleed out

I’m trying to find from where he bleeding

Trying to keep the bleeding down

Until he finally goes away, and I

Have to be right back on patrol the next day

And every car that passes my platoon looks the same

As the car that had the bomb that blew my brother away

Now I’m paranoid and shooting anything with a face

The medical exams said it was safe for me to separate

And on the day I came home I recognized nothing

The voices in my head said «grab a gun and start dumping»