What Am I Fighting For?

The gun’s by my side in my name
The enemies ahead who we are told to blame
Bullets whistle past my ears and hit my friends
And we move a metre forward to met our end

What am I fighting for?
Who am I fighting for?
I feel the breath of death, hear it’s mighty roar
What am I doing here, I’m not quite sure hey!

This picture I’m in, the whole scenario
Ain’t like the movies I once did know
Don’t resemble the tales told by grandma
The paint’s still wet, ain’t dry far
As the master’s brush, slowly sweeps across
The canvas, leaving us all bewildered, lost
Lead by men hiding so way back
Behind the front men sent up to attack

What am I fighting for?
Who am I fighting for?
I feel the breath of death, hear it’s mighty roar
What am I doing here, I’m not quite sure hey!

Visions of my wife pound in my head
As I witness husbands shot down for dead
Fatherless kids now roaming the streets
While across the world pieces of meat
Litter the battlefield, killed in action
Within a fraction of second, collected for packing
Wrapped up in black bags with name tags
John Does tomorrow to be sent back to the flag
The country they were fighting for
To be buried, pushed aside or ignored
Some shooting in the name of God
Some left in foreign soil dead in the mud

What am I fighting for?
Who am I fighting for?
I feel the breath of death, hear it’s mighty roar
What am I doing here, I’m not quite sure hey!

I can’t help of thinking those approaching me
I know it’s killed or be killed but still I see
Through their faces into their minds
Way past their eyes, their thoughts of mankind
With this gun in my hand, I’ll kill a man
But what it does for me I’ll never understand
Puts a medal on my chest, my left breast yes
I can feel the pain of others as the pin starts to press
Reminding me of when I had to duck
Holding onto my wife’s gift for luck
Holding onto the words of my child
The ten fingers, nose, two teeth and a smile
I gotta put my gun down turn around
Can’t fire it now, I’m homeward bound
How could I even begin to pull the trigger?
And deprive a child of his Father
Fuck it, I know who’s to blame
Who made me a contestant for this game
But when the hell will I ever get near?
To the Prime Minister who sent me here?

What am I fighting for?
Who am I fighting for?
I feel the breath of death, hear it’s mighty roar
What am I doing here, I’m not quite sure hey!

Back from the battlefield it’s a different battle
The head of the snakes dead but still I hear the rattle
Waking up in sweats, I’m one of pair
Who made it back out of those who went there
The bullets came raining down from the sky
Those from training I found in pain, they did cry
While the horizon lit up with a white light
And planes above flew away from the fight
Now back in the streets I fought hard for
I encounter daily a new kind of war
Dissenting voices asking for change
To help the enemy I spent two years putting through pain
I gotta step back and ask myself one question
Inflicting pain teaches what kind of lesson
In the same shoes we were all standing in
Both sides fighting for someone else to win
It looks like, I’m no more than
Another blade of grass or grain of sand
Used as a means to get another end
To be exploited, abused again and again

What am I fighting for?
Who am I fighting for?
I feel the breath of death, hear it’s mighty roar
What am I doing here, I’m not quite sure hey!