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Well, the worst that I could get there |
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Was the lead in my gut |
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But the worst that you can give me |
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Is this lead in my cup |
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I might be all washed up |
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But I'm a pretty good man |
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Sure, I'm hard as a nail |
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But I will sell you the blood on my hands |
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I'm looking at you |
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(Tell me what do you see) |
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I'm looking at you |
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(And I won't go away) |
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In the light of the star spangled evening |
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In the name of the red white and blue |
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My Daddy said A man has |
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Got to fight to be free |
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Tucked his slogans in the bed |
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There with my brothers and me |
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He'd be prouder now |
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If I had never come home |
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I wear the shoes and the clothes |
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And the crown of the soldier unknown |
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I'm looking at you. . . |
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You say give me a break |
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I say show me you're broken |
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My lame and legless comrades have spoken |
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Say jump in a lake |
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I say you got to be jokin' |
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Where I come from the lake is smokin' |
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I will labor for your wages |
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For the cash of the realm |
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I will tell you all my stories |
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You can write em down |
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But you can save your tears |
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For the names on the wall |
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I'm a living reminder that |
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Pride comes before a fall |
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I'm looking at you. . . |
