Текст песни: Bitter Work + перевод

What were you waiting for?

The desert’s not getting any smaller

We’re not getting any younger

So hand me a gun

It’s on

It’s war

I’ve let the last few years

Slip through my fingertips like sand

But with Connecticut a million miles away

You can’t tell me you’re the only one with empty hands

I want to know what makes it OK

For a kid to be so far away from home

Before you go, take a good look

You’ve got a friend in a battle zone

I can’t take the way things change worlds away

I think I’m starting to relate so count the days

My body’s aching from the wait, the postcard read:

«p.s. this war is going great.»

What were you fighting for?

I’ve had my eyes covered too long to not have peeked through

And seen the right kids on the floor

Another settled score on a foreign shore

Is nothing worth dying for anymore

Worn down, unsure, long days make it harder to endure

Can’t stop, won’t stop

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