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I’ve got problems, I’m running away
On the shoulder of a soldier
I’m not doing it for God, or material gain
I just need to leave my drunken home

Blood is spilt, I don’t care
The soldier prays, so I pretend
To care, to cry, to feel the pain
My crusade is one of searching
Can I find worth on this battlefield?

God smiles at me, he says it’s okay
To kill these men of different colour
But when did war become holy?
I thought we were supposed to love

That feeling is alien to me now
But something’s not right, I can’t fight
The conscience has infiltrated me
I want to turn the sword onto myself

Since when was the gun the symbol of our religion?
The albatross is growing, but now it’s an eagle
No more for me, I’ve become a statistic
The only way out for me is the roadside bomb

Description
I’ve got problems, I’m running away
On the shoulder of a soldier
I’m not doing it for God, or material gain
I just need to leave my drunken home

Blood is spilt, I don’t care
The soldier prays, so I pretend
To care, to cry, to feel the pain
My crusade is one of searching
Can I find worth on this battlefield?

God smiles at me, he says it’s okay
To kill these men of different colour
But when did war become holy?
I thought we were supposed to love

That feeling is alien to me now
But something’s not right, I can’t fight
The conscience has infiltrated me
I want to turn the sword onto myself

Since when was the gun the symbol of our religion?
The albatross is growing, but now it’s an eagle
No more for me, I’ve become a statistic
The only way out for me is the roadside bomb