The Patriot's Dream Lyrics

The songs of the wars are as old as the hills, they cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.

The patriot's dream is as old as the sky, it lives in the lust of a cold callous lie.
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.

The train pulled away on that glorious night, the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years.

The patriot's dream still lives on today, it makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.

Well there was a sad, sad lady weeping all night long,
She received a sad, sad message from a voice on the telephone.
Her children were all sleeping as she waited out the dawn,
How could she tell those children their father was shot down.
She took them to her side that day ad she told them one by one,
?Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home.
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell,
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well.?

Well there was a young girl watching in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon.
She wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell,
There would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells.
So she took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down,
She cried into the silken folds of her new wedding gown.
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell.
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well.

Well there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill,
He thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet to kill.
He called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me awhile,"
Then turning toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile.
"Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done,
But let me first remind you, I'm a patriotic son."
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell.
They might be in some prison, I hope they're treated well.

The songs of the wars are as old as the hills, they cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.

The train pulled away on that glorious night, the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years.

The patriot's dream still lives on today, it makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.