Jimmy was the kind of guy
who'd never look you in the eye
and never think to ask you why
you just asked him to die
his country tis of thee
jingoism and liberty
prosthetic from an IED
leg blown off above the knee
wife and kids are in despair
all he does is sit and stare
another needle to prepare
war never leaves much to spare
letter arrived yesterday
more benefits have gone away
very sorry to convey
but we gotta fight another day
but we gotta fight another day

War games war games
sorry son they forgot your name
appreciate you just the same
they got no sense of shame

sitting hollow eyed in the sun
Baghdad's not for everyone
heart of gold had been spun
happens when you've got a gun
enemies were everywhere
the marketplace and town square
this one here and that one there
firing rounds off in the air
Saddam in his spider hole
nighttime raids and dawn patrol
hatred takes a mighty toll
kill 'em all to save their soul
Lord above where have you gone
next stop is Iran
take a peek what you have spawned
tell me where you went wrong
tell me where we went wrong

War games war games
sorry son they forgot your name
appreciate you just the same
they got no sense of shame

Jimmy killed himself today
the drugs froze him where he lay
note for the kids on the buffet
discarded and out of the way
heat turned off water too
disconnected phone and a pot of stew
just another with skin too few
under his corps tattoo
wife looked lovely at the grave
folded flag is what she gave
his children too these men will crave
in this land of the brave
Jimmy he was the kind of guy
he never looked you in the eye
never think to ask you why
you just asked him to die

War games war games
sorry son they forgot your name
appreciate you just the same
they got no sense of shame
War games war games
sorry son they forgot your name
appreciate you just the same
they got no sense of shame

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