Johnny Got His Gun - Nausea

maimed and mangled on a battlefield

you’ve got no arms

the nightmare’s real

your face and legs have been blown away

a useless stump

you’re thrown astray

in greater wars

when each proud fight brags

they war on death for lives

not for men but for flags

mother sings her songs of woe

father turns

doesn’t want to know

your family has been torn apart

by a piece of meat with a purple heart.