| The Smell of Victory, A Taste of Defeat (Jordan) You stood atop the hill With the victor's flag in hand And as you shoved it in the ground Bodies fell in the sand You can claim a victory But this is a war you didn't win How many dead troops in the Middle East Before we bring it to an end? They served their country and in return they die They fought the battles perpitrated from a lie Soon there'll be no one left to fight Cuz no one's getting out alive You said they'd fight for freedom A freedom not their own They went in as liberators And left as a pile of bones You're the contract killer But they're kids of eighteen And you'll profit from the fighting But will their benefits ever be seen? So We'll March On! |