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allone (usa) - desert diaries lyrics

son, you know the apple doesn’t fall far from the infantry
we crunched the numbers from the schools picked and benjamin frankly we’re appalled
the benevolence of my army benefits outfitted you since infancy
and as you know lately the safety of the world has stressed our eagle bald
incredibly, the entries’ free, no enlisting fee, considering the pride you’re supplied instantly
our family’s story is hungry for defending this glorious country and will lunge to meet any pest with gall
you’re infested with text-book-worms and digested our intricately altruistic history
so when the freedom dominion’s lady liberty bella beauty rings answer the call
for the army of wonder, the so few that proudly survived to victory
recruitment starts now, sign your name on the -ssembly flat-line come one come all

war machine keep it clean, walk too soon, gone by noon

dear yellow journalist
a clean war machine is an inaccurate s-d-stic-m-s-ch-stic oxymoronic propagandist term
beyond comparison, it’s implying virtuous violence can happen while simultaneously acting comp-ssionate and that isn’t what this magnificent land is about… or is it now?

deep instilled proudly filled, see my face dust the grace

dear lieutenant
our grandson bruce is a precious human, how could you do this?
if you’d have consumed my two cents, i’ve alluded to paying his school debts
troops in previous foreign feuds were prudent, but this is polluted
“accrue crude fuel” crudely fueled confusion
those putrid intrusions you’ve been through
and you’ve no delusions and approved your son recruited?
you’ve cruelly doomed him and i’ve got news for you kid, our relationship’s concluded

oil fields sealed the deal, bullets fly touch the sky

dear dad
take a proper gander at the propaganda, tv’s low standards
distract you with wild party life goose chases to have you enraptured
with air-headlines while they’re avidly hacking at our
civilian heads like nick burg, i’ve since heard things whispered
about francis scott-key being fit for john locke and the contents
of pandora-merica’s box dispersed. i’m disturbed serving this term in war
when it’s for incurring more in some ceo’s thick purse

you must be calling me, i’m far from home all alone

dear bruce
it’s hard to discuss this but you’ve been gone six months
and besides your pictures, i haven’t been kissed once, i really miss ya
that’s how i know that it’s love, but i’m still young and
its tough to live untouched, it’s not fair, that you signed up
i’m sorry but i wish you the best of luck
i’m really proud and all, it’s just… this sucks
love always
marissa

the numbers slow, earth is cold, blood has dried, faith has cried

dear grandpa
i’m beginning to feel like you were right to fight with dad about enlistment
i know he was a lieutenant and in the recruitment business
but pride and the financial interests tend to feel akin with petty penny predicaments
when my kin are missing limbs and i’m missing you on christmas
i wish it were different and we could be together and all i got is
coal fossil fuel that aids the firefight in this desert
your “great war two” efforts grate on you
so you won’t think lesser when i confess for being more upset for
not getting nanny’s sweaters while everyone that serves
gets hurt and sweats in this weather
civilians seem to deplore or ignore us
and act as if magnets on the back of their
taurus supports us?! i thought it would be glorious
this is curious, i haven’t gotten mail from all ya’s
(except marissa, that poor b-tch)
meanwhile we’ve imported coffee donations from borders
as if i want to be awake to take orders to experience these horrors?
i feel the victim of a list of vicious superst-tions
while lady luck has a half empty hourgl-ss figure from extensively purging silt
nothing’s loving or fair in warfare and the fare for my tour here is expensive murder guilt
life is a b-tch when you’re taking her ilk
and taking sh-t as an insubordinate until you get k!lled
i hope they’ll let my g.i. bill pay cousin brad’s loans
and please respect my will don’t show dad these notes
he’ll have a harder time probably
than my nullified body keeping himself composed
when he now knows what his recruitment promotes
when you propose the folded flag enclosed in this envelope

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