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When They Come Home

Album: Mens Rea
By:
Tom Juarez

Duration

5:03

Description

This is dedicated to the vets. War isn't over when the war is over.

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Lyrics

Nancy came back from the desert one less limb and a steely eye Now she can look right through you and still somehow look like she's about to cry before her boots touched down it seemed the world was so much bigger those slender fingers, shaking now they were so sure on the trigger and I say: I believe in America I believe in democracy but the fact that they're torn up in our name keeps haunting me I believe in America I believe in liberty but I can't figure how what they're going through is helping to keep anybody free Danny wants to be a teacher he tells himself that's what he wants to do and now every word he says sounds like he's trying to convince himself that what he says is true Baddest badass, walking tall When they took that roof in Bagdad Then the RPG and the stateside quack took that tallness that he had I still say: I believe in America I believe in democracy but the fact that they're torn up in our name keeps haunting me I believe in America I believe in liberty but I can't figure how what they're going through is helping to keep anybody free ...and it goes on and you stand there with your flag-pins and your yellow ribbons on, but forget about them when they come home. Vern don't like being called Vern (you call him "spider") he says "yeah man, I was there but somehow since I've been back I don't feel I can really be anywhere" He rides that Harley far and wide just trying to get away no matter where he lands those nightmares in his head won't let him stay Oh hear me say: I believe in America I believe in democracy but the fact that they're torn up in our name keeps haunting me I believe in America I believe in liberty but I can't figure how what they're going through is helping to keep anybody free A rolled up flag and a country's thanks are all Maggie got for her only son. She hasn't spoken a word above a whisper since the funeral was done. Grandkids playing on the back porch too young to remember who their dad was she stares past them at the unmowed grass and her jaw gets tight in the pause Oh gotta say: I believe in America I believe in democracy but the fact that they're torn up in our name keeps haunting me I believe in America I believe in liberty but I can't figure how what they're going through is helping to keep anybody free ...and it goes on and you stand there with your flag-pins and your yellow ribbons on, but forget about them when they come home.

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