Stephen A Kearney

Lyrics

Band of Comrades

Friendly fire ain’t so friendly raining on your head.
Tossing turning, so concerning
Lying in your bed.
Reach for the bottle,
Prick it in,
Starts to flow away.
The Capitans of industry have had another day.

Our band of comrades won their war,
With fury and with fight.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
Our lonely nights of fright.
Futile bid, crush a culture:
it’s all over
it’s all over
We are left in disarray
with Post Traumatic Stress.

Bullets rain down from the hills,
Our visors mist with sweat.
Duty now seems futile;
As the Generals hedge their bets.
What was the war about dear friends?
They sent us on a mission -
Was doomed to fail.
Filled their banks -
we just had contrition.

Our band of comrades, won their war:
with fury - and fight.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
Our lonely nights of fright.
Futile bid to crush a culture
it’s all over
it’s all over
We are left in disarray
with Post Traumatic Stress.

From my late teens
to this dark night,
I learned to kill
and maim.
The focus of those early days was think ahead and train.
The glorious theatre of bloody war -
Collateral damage too - The hooded figure hanging there, wriggling head to shoe.

Our band of comrades won their war,
with fury and with might.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
Our lonely nights of fright.
Futile bid crush a culture!
It’s all over.
it’s all over.
We are left in disarray
with Post Traumatic Stress.

I felt the trap of power
pervade the unit’s
sense of reason.
Excitement, pace and sounds and smells
prevented us from leaving.
We cleared the space of every human capable of breathing.
Deluded by a senseless fear that all were armed and daring.

Our band of comrades, won their war, with fury and with might
It’s all over,
It’s all over.
Our lonely nights of fright.
Futile bid, crush a culture.
It’s all over.
It’s all over.
We are left in disarray
with Post Traumatic Stress.

Here we are, trained to kill
living in isolation.
Remember the wounded, fallen hero,
with annual configuration.
Politicians build their power, dividing every nation -
don’t think about the consequence
of war and mutilation

(C) Stephen A. Kearney 2022