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(c) June 8, 2001
Bending for a nickel
Begging for a dime
The broken man has no one
Real life has passed him by
Taken from society
November sixty-five
to find the 'cong in jungles
and fight to stay alive
Courage has all left him
His pride has fell away
Frown nor smile will find him
Confusion fills the day
Send a man to war
Pay him with your spit
Peace not war, my ass
your conscious ain't worth shit
Twenty years go by
Now you want to help
A memorial for the dead
The men who fought in hell
It's too late for parades
behind your guilty grin
He'll never be a hero
You took that day from him
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) June 8, 2001
Bending for a nickel
Begging for a dime
The broken man has no one
Real life has passed him by
Taken from society
November sixty-five
to find the 'cong in jungles
and fight to stay alive
Courage has all left him
His pride has fell away
Frown nor smile will find him
Confusion fills the day
Send a man to war
Pay him with your spit
Peace not war, my ass
your conscious ain't worth shit
Twenty years go by
Now you want to help
A memorial for the dead
The men who fought in hell
It's too late for parades
behind your guilty grin
He'll never be a hero
You took that day from him
by Ricky D. McKean
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