Under the shallow roof, I hear them sing a thousand time
But still the voice are always new
Along the war, this place where life has almost lost its chime
dead millions, alive remain a few
I’ve searched all corpses, searching for a thread of life
Unworn clothes is all I find
This feel I have, is this a stabbing from someone’s knife
Or the pain of friend I left behind
I cant remember the face that loved me
All I see is muzzle of a gun
Don’t expect me coming home momma
For I’ve killed a mother’s son
Weakened by the smell of death, I cannot see the victory sign
But still aroused by the bloody stain
Why do I fight, for something that was never mine
And loan it back to same hands again
I see my comrades with letters they’re about to send
And see their dead eyes bout to cry
The words are lost again, i don’t make sense but i still pretend
My mouth still moves thirsty and dry
I cant just end the war myself
And I cant wait for a muddy sun
Don’t expect me coming home momma
For I’ve killed a mother’s son
I wake up from the dream, and birds are chirping on the air
In clouds the sun gives me the slip
I wonder have I’ve been in horrors of war myself
Or its another Cocaine trip.