Rifles Lyrics

You put your rifles down,
But in your ears there's still that swishing sound.
And you feel lost somehow,
Where is that piece for you that they have found?
The road is barred,
And you've been scarred.

They've found agreements now,
Your politicians say it's over now.
You've got your field to plough,
You've got your family so walk home again.
Who's got the nerves,
That you deserve?

You've had enough,
Of that lame conversation.
Where they ask you,
If you'd die for your nation.

It's all been settled now,
It's back to work, back to a normal day.
And you wouldn't make a row,
You wouldn't want to give yourself away.
True, it hurts.
You proved your worth.

You've had enough,
Of that lame lamentation.
They wanted your life,
For the sake of your nation.

Recovery is slow,
And you can't carry the weight,
Of being a victim,
Of your system, your state.

They put the rifles down,
But in your ears there's still that swishing sound.
And you feel lost somehow,
Where is that piece for you that they have found?