Tim Steinfort Talking To A Soldier

Well I ran into a soldier I’ve met the other day He came back home but he wasn’t here to stay He was talking about the army from his point of view He said: Tim join the army we need people like you Now I like competition but I ain’t gonna fight I can only do wrong when the reason is right You won’t see me out there in a foreign land Just to die or to live with blood on my hands Chorus: Now don’t get me wrong and try to understand I ain’t got a problem with killing a man But I don’t want this filthy blood on my hands For a reason no one understands