And when I come home, They’ll be damn proud of me
Har inte haft internet på över en vecka nu, men jag har överlevt helt utmärkt!
Det har inte hänt så mycket, helgen som var nyss var vi ute på landet, vilket var riktigt skönt. Ida fixade en kanon dag ute i vintersolen. Och helgen som var innan det så firades min vän Anna, en riktigt lyckad kväll vart det, super duper kul. Mina veckor går åt till att jobba, sova, jobba, sova och städa. Typ. Ja, just det laga mat också, det gör jag en hel del faktikst.
Nej, nu är det ner mot tvättstugan, vet bara inte om jag vågar gå ner ensam min karl jobbar på båtmässan idag och imorgon, jag undrar när han kommer hem...
Jag har hittade den, min favorti låt, lite för deppig kanske men dock så fin, jag ryser...
He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”
Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again
She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away
The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow
He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”
Jag är så kär i dig min alldeles egna underbara man!
