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Summertime
a hundred and twenty five degrees
Rolling through the desert sun
in our humvee
looking through the scope of a gun
at our enemy
Here we go
this one’s for the road
Armed to the teeth
and painted like the desert sand
Roaming through a sainted valley
in this ancient land
Searching for the AntiChrist
who is spreading his disease
I was someone's son
before I said goodbye
Now I’m a soldier
watching days file by
Here I count the reasons
just to stay alive
While the desert takes a bite
out of our souls
Waiting on the morn
when the orders turn
Learning what the living
never get to learn
Every breath feels borrowed
while the seconds burn
Here we go
we’re ready for the show
Summertime
a hundred and twenty five degrees
Really doesn’t matter
whatever I believe
Looking through the scope of a gun
at our enemy
Here we go
a prayer for this man’s soul
Radio static praying
someone understands
Writing their vows
in the desert sand
Holding maps to nowhere
in my weathered hands
On the road
we’re baptized in the code
A prayer for this man’s soul
A prayer for this man's soul
A prayer for this man's soul
