Where’s My Medal

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Do I have to be a soldier
in the army of the Lord
We appreciate your service,
do that old song once more

As I’m no longer fit for combat
I’ve been honorably discharged
But I still sleep with my war clothes on

Battlegrounds are better now
if you’re sent to serve at sea
but it’s too late for the vets
and too little for the infantry

Well, they’ll never declare a holiday
when you’re asked to shed a tear
and send your priceless thoughts and prayers
once a year

But in the sports bars in the evenings
before it gets too loud
you can pay your respects at happy hour
when we warm up the crowd

When my hero heard my fight song
he pinned a medal to my chest
if I’d only recognized him,
that fight would’ve been the best

but the scarecrow filled with fire
that was left beneath his hat
did not betray that his wife and daughter passed

That this man was not a star
is still a national disgrace
but if it bothered him,
he should have told his steadfast face

When he fell before he poured his final bottle
in the cup
I hear Gabriel and Michael showed up

all the brutes they never broke him
but he had played his final part
he chose a soldier’s way to go,
death by broken heart

The wild warlords led us,
Colonel Zevon, General Waits
but they were busy in the war room
when we stormed the bloody gates

every army has a wrecking crew
but they’re hard to find today
because most of us are MIA

Battlegrounds are better now
if you make the union scene
but it’s too late for the vets
and too little for the infantry

Do I have to be a soldier
in the army of the Lord
where’s the justice of his terrible swift sword