Its what I fight for every day,
fucking pain is what I pay,
I fight on through the heat
blood & sweat fall on my feet,
a rifle shot from unknown,
"I return fire from the prone"
direction fire with my hand, can't see through fucking sand
flashbacks of home and times we wasted
how soft she was & how sweet she tasted
If I don't come home & my words make it
I fought hard don't be mistaken!
Hour of rest during the night,
hour of rest then we fight
"time to go, let's move out"
time to go clean some houses, blinding sun in my face, breakfast is blood I taste
I am out here on the front, I am out here on the hunt
Home is all I can think of...,
sometimes I look to the skies above,
silence is shattered by another raid,
make the fuck pay with a hand grenade,
dust settled,
just another day never forget the price we payed
