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false flags
Primal Scream
My name is McDonald, I m from a small town in ScotlandLike my fathers before me, I would ve worked down the mines
But the war against the Unions, destroyed our communion
When I came of age there was no work to be found
I left school aged sixteen, couldn t hold down a job
For more than a few weeks
A friend of a friend told me I should apply
For a career in the Army, ?You ll be set you up for life?
I went down to the office, put my name on the list
Recruiting Sergeant said ?we ll make a man of you yet?
With rifl?s and bullets and bayonets they taught m?
The ways of a soldier, in my innocence they caught me
Proud of my Regiment, uniform and gun
Swore an oath of allegiance to the Crown
I was so proud to serve, salute and enlist
To give up my life for the country of my birth
False flags are flying, young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing, just a trick on our souls
They sold me a lie, like many others I bought it
They conjured a war, I served and I fought it
Sowed murder in cities, mountains and deserts
The lucky ones stayed there
some came home blind and legless
Out on patrol, we found a boy named Mohammed
He shook like a wee frightened bird
An Officer said ?let s play Russian Roulette?
We hooded the boy, put a gun to his head
False flags are flying, young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing, just a trick on our souls
When I came home there was no work to be found
No qualifications, Fourth grade education
Now I drink through the days, so that when night-time comes
I won t think of the things that I saw and I done
I took off my uniform, threw it in the bin
For it could not protect me from the demons within
From the war that is raging inside my head
If this is living, I d be better off dead
False flags are flying, young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing, just a trick on our souls
While false flags keep flying and mothers keep crying
No more will their young men come home anymore