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Secondly this track deals with some pretty dark themes. The lyrical content was written to draw attention to the difficulties faced by many forces personnel once they return to 'normality'.
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Well Tommy knew from the age of 5 that he'd be a fighting man,
Over the fields he would go with a stick rifle in his hand,
He wanted to be a man of action and go marching off to war
To grow up strong and fight bad men and make mummy and daddy proud
At 16 years old he's in boot camp, covered in piss soaked sweat and mud,
At 20 years old he's in the sand box covered in his dead mates blood.
Two months later he's come back home to his loving family,
But they don't know nor do they care about the things that he's seen,
And the guns are silent,
Looking for violence,
He's gone back out amongst his brothers, with guys who he understands,
Addicted to the fight, he caught that flight now he's belly down in the sand,
The shots ring out with a crack crack crack, if he's lucky he'll slot someone,
But in his mind it won't be long until he's dead and gone,
Now Tommy's 29 and his rifle is down, he's back on civvy street,
He's got a nice girl, and a stable job it seems he found his feet.
But the horror of war plays silently in the back of his mind,
It takes over him and his world breaks down he knows now is his time,
He sits alone in a one room flat his girl left him tonight
He starts to think while he's piss-soak drunk that the time is right,
He sits and looks down his old shotgun, and with one act of violence,
He pulls the trigger, without a quiver and now Tommy's gun is silent
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