West End Memorial Lyrics - Good Riddance

True freedom 

they give us 

no slaughter 

too sacrilegious 

the smoke clears 

on bloated bodies 

I feel safe now 

do they want me 

service 

we fought there 

in the jungles 

I saw nothing 

I felt no enemy 

we died there 

in the foxhole 

my companion lay bleeding in my arms 

so proud 

pride 

so quick to murder 

for posterity 

hatred 

trained to operate 

manually