I can't see myself in my shoes no more and I can't understand why anybody wants this, war

'Cause the bomb's in the air and the fire's in the hole and we all play a part, but no one knows their r-ole

~Chorus~
Do I do it for God, countr-y unit c-orps, tr-eason honor, peace, or war
Hawks a-re c-ircling o-ver me there're d-oves outside, my door

Hold your line and the line won't bend
You ain't seen a thing until you loose your friend

'Cause the boyish smile hides the battle scars and you wonder just how innocent we, a-re

~Chorus~

Marching dressed in black and green and there ain't no home for a pacifist Ma, rine

'Cause you play your games and you set your traps and the real thing comes and you're stranded in your, tr-acks
A-s you were

~Chorus~

Doves outside my door