Lyrics
Welcome home in a bodybag from the front lines of defeat
Discharged "to a normal life" in a room
That's two feet wide and six feet deep
And the flag on your coffin, it might as well be the nails
When all else fails, you are the wind
That sets their sails to a war
Played out before you were born
Business as usual
It's business as usual
Your business as usual is killing us all
So bring out your dead, chalk up the score and we'll go through the motions once more
Buried on a Sunday in a military grave with a six gun salute from the master to the slave
For the life that you gave, the promises that they broke, and the bribes that you paid
Back in the land of the dead you're buried where you fall
No glorious deeds etched into a wall
The monument is the blood in the sand, blood in the oil
Blood on your hands
When hell comes home, there's hell to pay
This is the price of oil
Written by: Cursed (CAN)
