Remembering standing hand to hand
Leaving a boy and returning a man
Time to time giving orders to defend
An unjustly cause they don’t understand
But they don’t defend the cause
They defend their fellow man
Jarhead aline the defenders of a band of the hand
A true jarhead leaves their base hunting the bad
And don’t comeback until another enemy is slaughtered dead
They sport on the arm our business is killing, and business is good
Then you finally make it home, now you’re an enemy, but you done nothing wrong
A place you once called home, the protesters tell you that you no longer belong
You answer the call and follow the rules
And the reality of home is more than you can go through
Post war stress is inside your head
You’re back at the war you thought you fled
You contact your command asks for help
And you’re no longer a jarhead, the command will not help
So you return to your head to the life of hell
He hung himself his neck began to swell
Soldier your missions over and so is your hell
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