you're wrong!   we're losing the war, but we're not fighting battles for land rights and not for oil   ti's war in our sleep   we see the killed, hear the screams, take the pills, can't retreat   we hang flags and banners above overpasses to forget the grave plots and gunshots with thoughts of home   you thought that desert sand got cold?   ait for the siege back at home that waits at your door   i know, when you get home you'll still be fighting that war, with no boots, no shells, no flags, no freedom from the images