I'm Not Fighting

I'm Not Fighting


I'm just another man on the ground
I take my orders, I shoot a few rounds
I'm not one of the chosen few
I'm not doing this for the red, white and blue
Oh, I'm not fighting for Uncle Sam
Get real, he doesn't even know who I am

I don't fight for the press or CNN
I fight for my buddies, my friends
You see, they're all we've got
Tom, Dave and Mike in this big sand lot
We don't get much news but we have each other
We don't salute, no need, we're brothers

Snake eyes was my roll of the dice
No big surprise, I've been here twice
It's not about oil or a place in the sand
It's a scheme with a puppet master plan
Don't keep waiting for democracy to take roots
It won't grow in a pair of empty combat boots

I'm not fighting for the corps
And I'm not fighting to win this war
I'm fighting tonight...
For the man on my left and the one on my right
For the girl I left behind, for the scenes in my mind
I'm fighting a war with no chance to survive
Am I a corpse or am I alive?

This thing isn't filled with guts and glory
No, it's a much sadder uglier story
Chock full of holes and lies
All the things that big money buys
Don't close your eyes or turn your head
Look around before we're all dead
You want me to fight this war
Then give me something worth fighting for!

Not flag draped coffins they try to hide
I don't want to be part of the grand disguise
They twisted your fear, pumped up your faith
Now bottle your tears when they disgrace your graves
Is it worth it for profit and greed?
For all the things you think you need?
You want me to fight this war
Then give me something worth fighting for!

I'm not just a face or a name on a list
Think of me as your brother or the boy you kissed
War doesn't make heroes and villains
It just goes on until nobody needs killing
So wake up now before it's too late
Stop this madness, end this hate
Don't sell us cheap, don't write us off
We've done our job, now call a halt!

I'm not fighting for the corps
And I'm not fighting to win this war
I'm fighting tonight...
For the man on my left, for the friend on my right
For the girl I left behind, for the scenes in my mind
I'm fighting a war with no chance to survive
Am I a corpse or am I alive?