Tono: G
Introducción:
G C Am D
Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast
G C Am D
For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased
G C Am D
With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death
G C Am D
It's American soil I hope for at best
G C Am D
But the duty I serve can't begin to compare
G C Am D
To my ancestors battles and wars through the years
G C Am D
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
G C Am D
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell
Am C G
Sail away to a place that's unknown
Am C G
Taken away from my friends and my home
Am C G
To a place they call sacred, a place I call hell
Am C G
I long for that corner I once knew so well
G C Am D
Work on and on with nothing to show
G C Am D
But a graying face in this dying place
G C Am D
Thats a lock in my solitude
G C Am D
I think of a place on a faraway coast
G C Am D
Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast
G C Am D
A cloudy dark image of a Middle East land
G C Am D
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts
Chorus x1
E
Repeat Verse 1
Chorus