RIP Shawn Edwards 4/23/04

SKasak44

I was reading the papers today
Saw your name in the obituaries
Just a man in a foreign land
Fighting for a stubborn man

In the desert heat in a convoy truck
He was serving his country well
He lost his life even when they said the fighting was done
20 years old and now hes gone

I dont believe the wise mans lies anymore
He says were fighting for their cause
Well why is it that the youths are dying
And he vacations while his bank account grows

Nobody knows
Nobody knows

I wont fight today or tomorrow
I'll never believe in taking something thats not mine
I wont take others lives
But George will. And he'll do it with a firm stand.

Lets throw Georges sons in the fire
Lets send his loved ones out to war
I think it might change his mind
We just cant do this anymore



R.I.P. Shawn Edwards
Killed In Action 4/23/04

Any man who sends others out to war deserves a fate worse than those who lost their lives for his wallet.

Brain of Josh

this song about says it all for that "stubborn man" you mentioned.


come you masters of war, you that build all the guns
you that build the death place, you that build all the guns
you that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks
i just want you to know, i can see through your masks
you that never done nothing, but to build and destroy
you play with my world, like its your little toy
you put a gun in my hand, then you hide from my eyes
and you turn and run farther as the fast bullets fly
like judas of old, you lie and deceive
a world war can be won, and you want me to believe
but i see through your eyes, and i see through your brain
like i see through the water that runs down my drain
you that fasten all the triggers, for the others to fire
then you sit back and watch, while the death count gets higher
you hide in your mansion, while young people's blood
flows out their bodies and is buried in the mud
you've thrown the worst fear, that could ever be hurled
the fear to bring children, into this world
for threatenin' my baby, unborn and unnamed
you ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
how much do i know, to talk out of turn?
you might say that i'm young, you might say i'm unlearned
but there's one thing i know, though i'm younger than you
even jesus would never forgive what you do
let me ask you one question, is your money that good?
will it buy you forgiveness? do you think that it could?
oh, i think you will find, when your death takes its toll
all the money you made will never buy back your soul
and i hope that you die, and your death will come soon
i'll follow your casket, in the pale afternoon
and i'll watch as you're lowered, into your deathbed
and i'll stand on your grave till i'm sure that your dead