Saints -

They were all so tired and hungry

And weighed down by what they had seen

But when they dragged the dust of their boots into my town

They were like the saints marching in

I said sign me up for your battle for my youth is no longer mine

I was far too young, but of my age I had lied

And they handed me uniform and weapon and sent me to the line

They said son this is for your mother and your sisters

Don’t you dare be afraid to die

But won’t someone somewhere sing a song for me

And won’t you please save one for my enemies…

'cause we’ve all done our share of wartime dying

From the women at home to the men on the lines

The lucky ones are those who lost their lives

The rest of us are here just losing our minds