Flag on Your Grave

I watch on the news as you ship out to prove

That you’re some kinda man

Give the proper excuse for your brainwashed abuse

You’ve got blood on your hands

A hospital bombed, holy war that we’re on

Gotta follow commands

This dictator we set up, guess now we’re all fed up

But it’s part of the plan

And I guess I just don’t understand

More civilians have died, I pray you’re alive

Hold a fist full of sand

You set out to serve, but death got the last word

And they did all they can

How is my freedom saved by the flag on your grave

Hear the guns and the band

And you did what you did for your wife and your kids

By blowing up homes in a faraway land

Now try to make them understand

They don’t show on the news what the winners all lose

Some coins in a cup and the ghosts in your head

The shirt that you wear doesn’t mean you can’t care

Who will sweep up the dust once the world is all dead

And I hope someday, your mind finds release

You can call me naive but I still hope for peace

We’ll let go of our hate and we’ll reach out our hands

And at least for today, I’ll try to understand