21 Guns (Good Riddance) - Good Riddance

11th hour’s gone nothing’s resolved

There’s no alternative to becoming involved

Strike up the band round up the men

Ready to die for nothing

One shred of hope one prayer for peace

One man abandoned he prays for release

He’s bound to his code

Dishonor is death

His heart pounding hatred

With every breath he fights

War’s a childrens game

Back in the world

He’d be a criminal

He’d be insane

No sleep for days

He sweats when it’s cold

He lives for his orders

He does what he’s told

No mercy for his enemy

His finger on the trigger of an m-16

The hours grow long

He’s bored and alone

He doesn’t need no one he’s never going home

The system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him

He’s gone his mind is a waste

He hears it

Twenty-one guns

Life imitates death imitates

Twenty-one guns

Honor parades accolades a section eight

Twenty-one guns

A proud servant

Of this grand republic

He got twenty-one guns