The Cry of a Soldier

April 3, 2014

Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton

Too much weight gave me a strain;

I wonder why I have this gun

At last, we have the enemy on the run

Thanks to the helicopter that dropped us on the plain

Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton.

I’m very dehydrated from the scorching sun

Waiting for the enemy in the grass with grain.

I wonder why I have this gun.

I want to go back home where there much more fun.

I wish I could go and leave on a train.

Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton.

I accidentally killed a man and his son.

I was punished by the flood from the rain.

I wonder why I have this gun.

The rain is over it left us with this mud.

Why war, there’s nothing to gain.

Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton;

I wonder why I have this gun.

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