Now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up
'Cause just a few mother's sons will never really be enough
Not 'til half of our names are etched out in a wall
And the other half ruined from the things we saw
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.