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    My Last Thought On The Battlefield - by Joe Wood (2010)

    Who is the first to cry

    Over a flood of spoiled meat

    When we've buttoned up their coats and flak-jackets

    Who is willing to die in the street

    When you're passing up the barracks

    In a comfortable seat

    Seeing the roadside isn't drying blood

    No more

    Firing nothing

    When the Fallujah bridge is empty

    Who is willing to be alone

    At war

    Say your'e thirsty, say you're tired, say you want to go home

    Who'll be the first one for the sky to take 

    Fly me away, like a flag

    Oh, mother country

    Who will be the last to die for a mistake