(Yeah)
Always a fan of planes man, I loved to fly
My dad was a soldier too, I never questioned why
When they told me I was droppin' and my momma cried
I simply kissed her on the head and promised not to die
Gun in my hand over 10,000 feet
Thought about my life and I wished it was unique
Droppin' down prepared for the ground under my feet
Gun cocked and ready, sweat drippin' down my cheek
The mission was simple, kill the man and flee
If ever to be discovered, make sure they meet defeat
Kill the man, yeah, at least that's what the plan was
I'm steady held down in a corridor surrounded by a gang of thugs
Thought of my dad and I hoped that he was proud
The only time he cared was when he found out I was army-bound
Probably at home right now, safe and sound
Little does he know, that his boy's about to be put in the ground
If freedom is love, and love is turmoil
Then what the f*ck is freedom? Just another barrel of oil?
Is that the reason we're spilling blood on the soil?
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero
If freedom is love, and love is a lie
Is that the reason that they send our youth to f*cking die?
Maybe they should listen when all these widows cry
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero, yeah
Liutenant Johnson, I'm feeling nauseous, my head's throbbin'
Think of the mother and son, that were my targets
But they had their weapons, it was me or them, I'm being honest
But I could see the fear in their eyes and cold sweat on 'em
All I ever wanted was a free ride through college
All I ever wanted was to be a man, feel accomplished
Now all I think about is screaming, "put down your weapons
Don't make me fire, don't make me shoot"
Please God don't make this happen
Please God, I just need a release
Think of the pine boxes of sweet teas
Mother forgive me but these thoughts just won't cease, yeah
Try to brush it off but there's really no use
Put the barrel up to my head and let this hot lead loose
They call me a hero, and this is what I do
Ask not, what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country
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(Yeah)
Always a fan of planes man, I loved to fly
My dad was a soldier too, I never questioned why
When they told me I was droppin' and my momma cried
I simply kissed her on the head and promised not to die
Gun in my hand over 10,000 feet
Thought about my life and I wished it was unique
Droppin' down prepared for the ground under my feet
Gun cocked and ready, sweat drippin' down my cheek
The mission was simple, kill the man and flee
If ever to be discovered, make sure they meet defeat
Kill the man, yeah, at least that's what the plan was
I'm steady held down in a corridor surrounded by a gang of thugs
Thought of my dad and I hoped that he was proud
The only time he cared was when he found out I was army-bound
Probably at home right now, safe and sound
Little does he know, that his boy's about to be put in the ground
If freedom is love, and love is turmoil
Then what the f*ck is freedom? Just another barrel of oil?
Is that the reason we're spilling blood on the soil?
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero
If freedom is love, and love is a lie
Is that the reason that they send our youth to f*cking die?
Maybe they should listen when all these widows cry
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero, yeah
Liutenant Johnson, I'm feeling nauseous, my head's throbbin'
Think of the mother and son, that were my targets
But they had their weapons, it was me or them, I'm being honest
But I could see the fear in their eyes and cold sweat on 'em
All I ever wanted was a free ride through college
All I ever wanted was to be a man, feel accomplished
Now all I think about is screaming, "put down your weapons
Don't make me fire, don't make me shoot"
Please God don't make this happen
Please God, I just need a release
Think of the pine boxes of sweet teas
Mother forgive me but these thoughts just won't cease, yeah
Try to brush it off but there's really no use
Put the barrel up to my head and let this hot lead loose
They call me a hero, and this is what I do
Ask not, what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country
Always a fan of planes man, I loved to fly
My dad was a soldier too, I never questioned why
When they told me I was droppin' and my momma cried
I simply kissed her on the head and promised not to die
Gun in my hand over 10,000 feet
Thought about my life and I wished it was unique
Droppin' down prepared for the ground under my feet
Gun cocked and ready, sweat drippin' down my cheek
The mission was simple, kill the man and flee
If ever to be discovered, make sure they meet defeat
Kill the man, yeah, at least that's what the plan was
I'm steady held down in a corridor surrounded by a gang of thugs
Thought of my dad and I hoped that he was proud
The only time he cared was when he found out I was army-bound
Probably at home right now, safe and sound
Little does he know, that his boy's about to be put in the ground
If freedom is love, and love is turmoil
Then what the f*ck is freedom? Just another barrel of oil?
Is that the reason we're spilling blood on the soil?
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero
If freedom is love, and love is a lie
Is that the reason that they send our youth to f*cking die?
Maybe they should listen when all these widows cry
Maybe I'm a hero, maybe I'm a hero, yeah
Liutenant Johnson, I'm feeling nauseous, my head's throbbin'
Think of the mother and son, that were my targets
But they had their weapons, it was me or them, I'm being honest
But I could see the fear in their eyes and cold sweat on 'em
All I ever wanted was a free ride through college
All I ever wanted was to be a man, feel accomplished
Now all I think about is screaming, "put down your weapons
Don't make me fire, don't make me shoot"
Please God don't make this happen
Please God, I just need a release
Think of the pine boxes of sweet teas
Mother forgive me but these thoughts just won't cease, yeah
Try to brush it off but there's really no use
Put the barrel up to my head and let this hot lead loose
They call me a hero, and this is what I do
Ask not, what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country
Writer: Michael Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid