Woke up feeling like I wished this would end
Another day same pain nothing left to gain
I really do miss my friends
Oh yeah mmm I really do miss my friends
Please god take me now
Don’t you think it’s my turn
Cause if you don’t, I’ll take my turn
Take a pitch and watch your kingdom burn
Ooooh what is this feeling
Boots on the ground we’re stealing
The keys to your bullshit kingdom
False prophets, no more healing
Sooooo we’ll keep on drilling
Until there’s no more religion
Mmm No more manipulation
Ooooh what the hell is this feeling
Shit i really do miss my friends!
Thinking about them everyday
The way they sound and what they’d say
Oh if they’d only know, yeah this is how they’d go
Fighting for dirt, but no one cares
What it’s worth, oiled earth
Blood on the ground, but no one cared
Oh lord, if this how we go
Then let us go out fighting
Bleeding out, but we ain’t hiding
Bullets and flames yeah we are dying
Mmm god I really do miss my friends!
Ooooh what is this feeling
Boots on the ground, we’re stealing
The keys to your bullshit kingdom
Yeah the keys to your bullshit kingdom
False prophets no more healing
So we’ll keep on drilling
Until there’s no religion
No more manipulation
Politicians with their ties
Wound tighter than their lies
Ooooh shit, what is this feeling?
God, I really miss my friends!
Put on that uniform
Molded minds are easier to conform
Tell em lies make em hate
All the shit you conflate
Tell us where to point our guns
While writing letters to parents about their fallen sons
Oh shit what was it for?
Another bullshit war.
Shit I really miss my friends.
They gave us passports
Promised us a pretty sky
Women booze, all the shit that gets me
By
Camo ammo, arming us to the nine
On time on line, bullets are whizzing by
Why do I have to pretend
God I really miss my friends!
Bright eyes fade, yeah they are gone
They opened our chests
They ripped out our hearts
Yet they knew it all along
They knew from the start
So give me that shovel
Six feet down are buried sons
So Send em home in their Sunday’s best
Adorning medals to their chests
Pour a beer out for your friends
God I wish this would end
I really miss my friends!
(I really miss my friends)
(I just wish this would end)
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