Fifty five years later & still the same shit-


WHITE BOOTS MARCHING IN AFGHANISTAN
(With Apologies To Phil Ochs)

The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane;
The casualties are rising like the dropping of the rain.
For the killing of a soldier is the murder of a man
When you're white boots marching in Afghanistan

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Red blow the bugles of the dawn.
The morning has arrived you must be gone.
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
Like old whores following tired armies.

It's written in the ashes of the villages we've burned.
It's written in the empty beds of fathers unreturned.
And the hatred in the people’s eyes is clear to understand
When you're white boots marching in Afghanistan

Chorus

Train them well the men who will be fighting by your side,
And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide,
For the colors of a civil war are louder than commands
When you're white boots marching inAfghanistan

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Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind their backs and question through the night
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they stand
At the white boots marching in Afghanistan

Chorus

Helicopters pound the skies and circle in the night
And lead the boys to victory in a thousand little fights
But every battle won is just another grain of sand
When you’rewhite boots marching in Afghanistan

Chorus

Centuries of colonies of slavery and worse
Now lead us to a future of their past all in reverse
We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began.
We're the white boots marching in Afghanistan

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