The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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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

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