Sourmouth — Life of a Soldier lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Life of a Soldier" by Sourmouth.

Lyrics

When you come home
I’ll start this
When you come home
I’ll hide these words
I’ll never cry again
When you come home
To me
He’s a soldier, hes
Just fallowing order’s
He don’t wanna leave
His family or his
Brother’s in arm’s
Baby mom’s at home
New born round one
And truthfully cannot
Tell them when he’s
Gonna be home, he
Say’s soon though
Just to comfort and
Sooth her, they both
Know the truth but
Still do it because
The truth hurts, he
Grabs his coat camo
And boots with the
Steal toes, wars
Effect family’s and
The Bushe’s get oil
Its a bitch ain’t it
She at home thankin
Afraid to change the
Station or see his
Face in the newspaper
He’s on the plane
Being briefed captain
Giving the mission
Statement, shit id
Probably be the dude
Pissing, right next
To tom hanks, I’ve
Known goon’s, dudes
Who gait paid to knock
Fools, but they ain’t
Got nothing on a
Navy seal, the first
Thing they do is train
The brain to kill
Its not in our family
Its not the way where
Built
When you come home
I’ll start this
When you come home
I’ll hide these words
I’ll never cry again
When you come home
To me
Now in combat with
His comrades using
Real hurt locker’s, call
It bomb’s over Bagdad
Like they were Big Boy
And Andre, Taliban so
Sad they recruiting
Kids to do bombings
Our soldier’s fearing
Everybody that’s why
Theirs citizens dying
Meanwhile back at
Home his kid just
Started kinder garden
Meaning his mist his
First words six birthdays
And his first time walken
He can’t think about it
Squad got him on night
Watch watchen, there’s
No fucking around
Behind enemy lines
Patna, nope nadda just
Drama, helicopters with
Stealth armor, shit our
Soldier’s carry over 80
Pounds on there body
So i salute you, i always
Poor my 40 out for ya
I support you i did
Research before i wrote
This song for ya, he knows
He gotta stay 2 or 3
More months here, going
Crazy thinking about
Home and if his wife
Still love him, wondering
If his son when he
See’s him will even hug
Him, now that’s fucked up
Fuck you Osama bin Laden
When you come home
I’ll start this
When you come home
I’ll hide these words
I’ll never cry again
When you come home
To me
Finally home wife stoked
She don’t know what she’s
Info, he’s now more
Comfortable at war like
When you get out of jail
He feels lucky cause his
Buddy came home in a
Wheel chair, nightmares
Keep him up the stress
Is still there, he can’t
Chill his old hobbies are
Gone there now fears
He takes pills from his
Doctor but they ain’t
Helping him heal, its the
Life of a soldier its gonna
Take a lifetime to cure
She an army wife like
Lifetime but its real life
For her, love he can’t
Feel, emotions it does
Kill, post traumatic stress
Disorder got him working
At good will, citizens spit
On him when he’s in his
Uniform suit, he’s thanked
With brain damage a
Broken family and
Hock-Pew, its not cool
So i’m here to be a voice
For you, I’m not political
At all i just can voice the
Truth, they can’t see you
But they’ll hear you like
The voice and soon
Hopefully more people
Will support the truth
I saw you, again and
Your just where you’ll be
I’ll start this, real soon
When your back safe with
Me
When you come home
I’ll start this
When you come home
I’ll hide these words
I’ll never cry again
When you come home
To me