Bambu - Vet lyrics
[Bambu - Vet lyrics]
Marines come home
After fighting for their home
While the banks back home
Went and took away their own
Now they home gone and job's gone
Matter of fact, mine gone
Now he home, and homeless got creditor's
Those starbucks that took
Over his neighborhood don't want 'em
No job offering lost in the American dream
And the images of bodies on the ground pTSD
USA, they don't want to stand up
For their own
But they expect you to stand up
When they need you to overthrow
Another regime that went rogue
So you fought down to the bone
To get sent back home
With those voices in your dome
America America oh, what did you expect?
You sent your boys to die over a lie
Now I'm buried in the sand
Watching my brother bleed out
I'm trying to find from where he bleeding
Trying to keep the bleeding down
Until he finally goes away, and I
Have to be right back on patrol the next day
And every car that passes my
Platoon looks the same
As the car that had the bomb
That blew my brother away
Now I'm paranoid and shooting
Anything with a face
The medical exams said it was
Safe for me to separate
And on the day I came
Home I recognized nothing
The voices in my head said "grab
A gun and start dumping" x2
After fighting for their home
While the banks back home
Went and took away their own
Now they home gone and job's gone
Matter of fact, mine gone
Now he home, and homeless got creditor's
Those starbucks that took
Over his neighborhood don't want 'em
No job offering lost in the American dream
And the images of bodies on the ground pTSD
USA, they don't want to stand up
For their own
But they expect you to stand up
When they need you to overthrow
Another regime that went rogue
So you fought down to the bone
To get sent back home
With those voices in your dome
America America oh, what did you expect?
You sent your boys to die over a lie
Now I'm buried in the sand
Watching my brother bleed out
I'm trying to find from where he bleeding
Trying to keep the bleeding down
Until he finally goes away, and I
Have to be right back on patrol the next day
And every car that passes my
Platoon looks the same
As the car that had the bomb
That blew my brother away
Now I'm paranoid and shooting
Anything with a face
The medical exams said it was
Safe for me to separate
And on the day I came
Home I recognized nothing
The voices in my head said "grab
A gun and start dumping" x2