Sergeant Raines knows the hiss of a radio-static speech
But all he hears is the fifty-cal sending souls back to where they’re made
Hollywood is a Private living out all his dreams
A broad-shouldered West Virginia boy with a bullet passing through his brain
He said, «Friends, bitter countrymen»
A letter written to the widow of a Private named Harold Lee
Speaks of honor and of greater good and some selfless act of bravery
Two long tours in the desert with a daughter he had never seen
Thought of little, save the smell of oil, and how he’d never drive the car again
He said, «Friends, bitter countrymen»
And Lee hit the floor on tiles made up of white and green
Begged to hear and feel the breath of the lover who would never share her bed
again
Sergeant Raines knows the hiss of a radio-static speech
But all he hears is the fifty-cal sending souls back to where they’re made
Hollywood is a Private living out all his dreams
A broad-shouldered West Virginia boy with a bullet passing through his brain
He said, «Friends, bitter countrymen»