He's a soldier for something
type to hit the ground runnin'
gunnin down the enemy
to the beat of war drummin
18 years old,
fresh outta basic
of an age to be bold
can't get himself wasted
ideal chasin',
it's his fight for freedom
tryin to make it out this wasteland
to still feel beaten
completin' his tour,
one day at a time
9 months and a wake up
and everything'll be fine
landmines, ak's,
children with grenades
an enemy is an enemy
no matter what the age
a childs face explodes
then his chest splits
5 5 6 rips
his young body to bits
fingertips tremble
as the triggers impressed
tears ripple from his eyes
soakin in the kids death
strugglin' for breath
there's still a few left
rounds rampage down the range
till their fates get met
he set's his rifle down
when the battles said and done
cups the childs broken brow
and let the tears run
He's a soldier for something...
what for... he couldn't tell ya
maybe it's gumption..
maybe a fear of failure..
none the less, every day brings death
nothing for him to do
except... left... right... left...
he's a soldier for something
type to hit the ground runnin
gunnin' down the enemy
to the beat of war drummin'
he's comin' along they say
he gonna be strong some day
that's what he asks for
when he kneels to pray
3 times daily, he faces the east
and implores unto allah
that he bring them peace
he weeps for the brother
that he's recently lost
clutchs the dog tags
of the soldier he shot
no serenity for the vengeful
he lusts for blood
a knack for explosives
and bustin' slugs
he's dreamed of this day..
for all 12 of his years
there's a role to be played
his worst enemy is the fear
his path laid clear right before him
he's just young enough
that the soldiers might ignore him..
he approaches those roaches
with a mighty roar...
allah waaakbar!
then he screamed no more...
the childs face explodes
then his chest splits
5 5 6 rips
his young body to bits
the soldier came near
sets down the gun
cups the childs broken brow
and lets the tears run
He's a soldier for something...
what for... he couldn't tell ya
maybe the ideal..
maybe a fear of failure..
none the less, every day brings death
nothing for him to do
except... left... right... left...