Текст песни «Postcard From Hell» от Josh Woodward

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Josh Woodward - "Postcard From Hell"

Lyrics to Postcard From Hell :

The long-empty spot in this old parking lot

With a six-pack of Mexican beer

And youre finally here, youre finally here



We sprawl on the hood, and drink more than we should

And watch clouds in the distance collide

How they join and divide



    In just half a day Ill be flying away

    With the 21st Regiment B., over the sea



    Theyll give me a gun and here you go, son

    Lets make sure that the good guys all win



Theres no room for greed with a country in need

And I know you dont want me to leave, but youve gotta believe

They take what they need



No, I dont know the reason we go, but then, what do I know'

Im just a farmboy from East Benton Ridge

Yeah, from East Benton Ridge



    Theres plenty of guys who are smarter than I

    Who have told us that we need to fight

    So its gotta be right



    When I get to the spot where the men are just shells

    And the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell

    Ill send you a postcard from hell



        The burden was mine, so I signed on the line

        And they gave me a number and rank

        And I promise my dear, I will write you this year

        When my minds in a dark shade of blank

        Yeah, I will send you a postcard from hell



Now youre falling asleep on the hood of my Jeep

And youre burrowed to hide your sad frown

While the suns going down, on this desolate town



Take a good look at this picture you took

And remember my face while Im gone

It wont be too long



    Ill be back next May if this war goes away

    And I hope I can stay for awhile



    When I get to the spot where the men are just shells

    And when the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell

    And the faces stare back with a plan of attack

    And the voices have stopped and the boys have all fell

    Ill send you a postcard from hell
[ Postcard From Hell Lyrics  ]

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