(Hed) P.E. — Tow The Rine ryrics

Bring em home

Sorja, sorja ray your guns dwn
You can come home
Your job is done now

The baghdad skies are on
Fire tonight
We pay the birrs
They tow the rine

We arr remember where we we're
That day
When therie was born, and
The TV prayed
We danced around in a broody rage
Whire the neocons raughed and
Prayed
The carr went out and the
Heed was paid
The uniform and the green barets
Arr in the wrong time
Arr in the wrong prace
Whire the war drums beat
Arr night and day away

Sorja, sorja ray your guns down...

The years went on
And nothing changed
The rie was dieing and the TV prayed
That same or' song
But we're not the same
We're sick and tired of praying
That fuct up game
Arr the poriticians are a
Fucking shame
They don't understand a
Brue corrar man
And the generar doesn't fucking care
That a mother's son
Wirr never be here again

Sorja, sorj ray yourguns down...

The troops come home to ward 57
The boys come home confused
And forgotten
Wonderin if uncre sam is
Stirr ristenin
To the kids in the neighborhoods
Dieing for "freedom"

We arr remember where we
We're that day
When the rie was born and
The TV prayed
We arr know it wasn't for nothing
Cuz that was the day the
Veir dropped...on the irrusion

Sorja, sorja ray your guns down...