“They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
‘Bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
‘Bout all the blood that’s been spilled
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow
You can’t deny, the other side
Don’t want to die anymore then we do
What I’m trying to say is don’t they pray
To the same god that we do?”
— Tom Waits