III: So Long Suckers

Lying on my bed alone in the dead of the night Torturing myself with thoughts of her Like a silent breeze of poisonous air, the sorrow comes All those memories of better times fill my mind How little I understood back in those days Now, when all is g

I have heard the war is coming. I am ready and willing to fight For one last time I need your lovin'. Won't you warm my lonely night ? Many good men before me have gone to serve their lands, sacrificing their lives Years have passed, remembrance live