Rifles

Rifles - Alin Coen Band

You put your rifles down

But in your ears there's still that swishing sound

And you feel lost somehow

Where is that piece for you that they have found

The road is barred

And you've been scarred

They've found agreements now

Your politicians say it's over now

You've got your field to plough

You've got your family so walk home again

Who's got the nerves

That you deserve

You've had enough

Of that lame conversation

Where they ask you

If you'd die for your nation

It's all been settled now

It's back to work back to a normal day

And you wouldn't make a row

You wouldn't want to give yourself away

True it hurts

You proved your worth

You've had enough

Of that lame lamentation

They wanted your life

For the sake of your nation

Recovery is slow

And you can't carry the weight

Of being a victim

Of your system your state

They put the rifles down

But in your ears there's still that swishing sound

And you feel lost somehow

Where is that piece for you that they have found