My uncle was a mercenary in a foreign war.
It was very hush-hush. We don’t know who he fought for.
All he said was he had many notches on his gun.
As a boy I’d see him comin’, then I’d start to run.
Killin’ folks for money is an awful evil scam.
Takes a special kind of soul to just not give a damn.
Later on when he was old, my uncle went insane.
Doctors said perhaps he had some shrapnel in his brain.
I think it was just the memories of the blood he shed.
How can one walk through his life on roads built by the dead?
Killin’ folks for money is the worst of lifestyle choices.
It’s no wonder Uncle Sam went crazy hearin’ voices.