Talking To A Soldier

Well I ran into a soldier I've met the other day
He came back home but he wasn't here to stay
He was talking about the army from his point of view
He said: Tim join the army we need people like you
Now I like competition but I ain't gonna fight
I can only do wrong when the reason is right
You won't see me out there in a foreign land
Just to die or to live with blood on my hands

Now don't get me wrong and try to understand
I ain't got a problem with killing a man
But I don't want this filthy blood on my hands
For a reason no one understands

Now he's drinking lots of beer and he's talking about
The glory of the army that I seriously doubt
He lost his friends in a bloody war
He said: I'm going back there to settle the score
I see a lot of anger when I look into his eyes
The only thing he wants is to kill a bunch of guys
Now can't you really find something better to do
Just look at what the army has done to you

Now don't get me wrong and try to understand
I ain't got a problem with killing a man
But I don't want this filthy blood on my hands
For a reason no one understands

I'm still talking to the soldier I've met the other day
He's wasting his life saying fuck it any way
He said: This is my rifle this is my gun
This is for shooting and this is for fun
So I told him honestly I wish we'd never met
You can kiss my ass and you won't get my respect
If the money is the reason you are going to war
Then I guess I'm gonna have to show you the door

Now don't get me wrong and try to understand
I ain't got a problem with killing a man
But I don't want this filthy blood on my hands
For a reason no one understands