American Blood

Johnny can't drink 'cause Johnny ain't twenty-one

Ya but he's eighteen and he's pretty handy with a gun

they sent him off to a foreign land gave him a new pair of boots and thirteen grand and he came back home with american blood on his hands george is a real go getter and he's runnin' the show and he should have known better but his old man told him to go

he sits at home with his feet on his desk while the boys got their's in the sand

a million miles away with american blood on their hands

johnny can't walk but the medic says he's o.k. to fly

and the newspapers tell us he's a hero and a hell of a guy

they sent him up to washington for a photo op with a smoking gun

he's got a purple heart and american blood on his hands

black gold for silver stars

cold hard cash for armored cars

the brass ain't fightin' but they're sure as hell taking a stand

and they'll have to live with american blood on their hands

now George stands up on a boat proudly waving the flag

he says the hard part's over and we knew it wouldn't be so bad

but roadside bombs and six long years were never really part of the plan

what's a couple thousand more with american blood on their hands

black gold for silver stars

cold hard cash for armored cars

the brass ain't fightin' but they're sure as hell taking a stand

and they'll have to live with american blood on their hands

now johnny can drink all day 'cause he's twenty-three

he donated his legs to the worldwide land of the free

he cries God bless america but God damn uncle sam

while he stares through the tears with american blood on his hands

black gold for silver stars

cold hard cash for armored cars

the brass ain't fightin' but they're sure as hell taking a stand

and they'll have to live with american blood on their hands