American Style (War)
I’m going to Afghanistan It’s there I’ll make my final stand Like Johnny Spann and everyone Who loved him
I know you may not understand I find myself the kind of man To cross the line in the sand For something
This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war
The target looks like every man I see him in the market stand I could take him now If I’m not wrong
Before he gets to Pakistan I’ll track him through the mountains and He’ll give me one reason To be strong
This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war
Winter’s come, it bites my hands Like every day I’ve walked these lands I’ve found another reason For a man’s revenge
With every shot I’ve made my stand So many men so much demand I’ll never leave, I’ve joined the band Until the very end
This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war
Face to face, hand to hand Fighting for the promised land Every target, every man Squeeze and go
I look at him and his demands I know he’ll never understand I’ve always had the upperhand He will not know
This is war, American style Nightmares come of age Deliver me from rage This is war
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