Testo The Defector

It's the Bonnie and Clyde days Where the girls wear curls and lace And the boys can't stand the pace of war It's not the war but the cause the country's fighting for The seed of discontent is sown They're burning card back home, back home The old folks just can't ignore The posters with ink anymore I'm not sure what to think Now I wonder why I'm on this foreign shore To find peace of mind For now I walk alone Amd it's no better to leave than stay And give more than I had to give My life was not my own the wife I've never known I may never know I may never go back home To the land of the free, back home To the land of the free back home Would there be a place for me back home back home? Well I always wonder why Will they take me when I die back home