Far Away Coast - Dropkick Murphys

Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast

For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased

With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death

It’s American soil I hope for at best

But the duty I serve can’t begin to compare

To my ancestors battles and wars through the years

Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell

I pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that’s unknown

Taken away from my friends and my home

To a place they call sacred

A place I call hell

I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it’s all that I have

Work on and on with nothing to show

But a graying face in this dying place

That’s a lock in my solitude

I think of a place on a faraway coast

Where friends are so dear and there’s reason to toast

A cloudy image of a Middle East land

Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts