Little Problems, Little Lies - Ann Wilson

First time PFC

And kickin' in these doorways

Ain’t natural to me

But now I got my orders

That evil lives inside

Hate the sin and kill the sinner

And do it all with pride

Here I lie bleedin'

In a bombed out SUV

No more cell reception

No more light to see

Screamin' hopeless questions

Dreamin' 'bout my home

Till the chopper comes from heaven

To gather up my bones

And I’m standin' on a ledge

Out here on the edge

And the moon is hangin' high

It fills my dyin' eyes

Little problems, little lies

Little problems, little lies

And all the young dudes fighting

So far away from home

Some are unsung heroes

Some are made of stone

And some of them are broken

The broken places strong

Some of them are crazy

Their innocence is gone

And I’m standin' on a ledge

Out here on the edge

And the moon is hangin' high

And it fills my dyin' eyes

Little problems, little lies

Ooh, little problems, little lies

Ooh, little problems, little lies