Never Coming Home - Moses & The Rockin' Juice

NEVER COMING HOME
(А,РУДИЧЕВ/С.ВЕРЕЙКИН)

Stains of blood on steel, thunder in their hearts
20,000 men, none of them too smart
Each one trained to fight, push with all his might
20,000 men, none of them too bright

Each one dressed to kill, razor sharp and clean
Order, rank and file, rules and discipline
Every one of them mama’s golden boy
Torn away from her, cast into the void

They came to earn their glory
Not to have their guts ripped out
They never heard the story
No one told them what it’s all about

CHORUS
Life’s not what it seems
When you’re face down in the mud
You’re caught up in a stream
And the rain is mixed with blood
And as you taste it
It’s then you realize
You’ll be never coming home.

News man on TV, Jesus on the cross
Pointing right at them, preaching them the cause
Fit for heavy duty, to protect and serve
Stuffed up with those lies, ingrained in every nerve

They all have played toy soldiers
Battles on their bedroom floor
Now they have to take their orders
Now they wear the real uniform

CHORUS.

All the right ideas vanish in the roar
Iron hand of fate, knock on heaven’s door
Each one had a life, should be thinking twice
20,000 men, nothing but dead mice

They all fought to survive
Swore they’d come wiser out of it
But none was left alive
They’ll send some new ones to get on with it.

CHORUS.