I stuck my head so far above the wire last night To draw the sniper's fire from my buddy's light And now I'm packing up my gun, stowing my kit I'm moving my butt outta this fiery pit And the captain says, "Ah, you did good son" Ah, but I know what I've seen And it don't bring no joy And I can't tell my wife And I can't tell my boy
I'm coming home for good I hope will never have to shoot no one again They're bringing me outta here tonight And I'll be home by the morning light From a son of a gun to a home-loving beach bum Job done
Two weeks have passed And I can still see blokes I left behind And I ask the same old question Why did we have to fight? I got shrapnel scars and a weeping eye And I can't stare too long at these Christmas light And I'm scared to sleep 'cause in every dream I die So my family and I join the soldiers' march We hold our banners high in the center of the park We sing peace on earth under the Christmas tree And bring all our boys back home
We're coming home for good And there is an airlift coming from oversees, yeah Bringing the boys back to stay Leave the folks out there to find their own way No one's gonna miss us anyway
Bring all the boys back home this Christmas Bring back the days when we were young and we were free When the world could live as one and there was nothing we couldn't overcome And every Christmas was a family of fun No enemy to overcome
Well, let's bring the boys back home this Christmas Bring 'em home Bring all the boys back home Bring 'em homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
