Israel

Reach back for your spine
Up against the wall
Wishing you’d not gone
To the Lebanon

Limbs fly through the air
You wonder is it his
No need to say you’re sorry
That’s the way it goes
Just another sucker
Who’s time it was to go

There’s something in the air
The taste of burning flesh
Triple Tau peers through the window
Messianic fish
Your road leads onto glory
As you raise your bloodied fist

They just want you to go home
Leave their home

© 2006, Mosquitobyte