Stand by your guns, children of the general,
Don't fire till I give the command,
Shoot to kill, I need no prisoners taken,
And if they look in pity, don't even try to understand.

War years.
You're living in the war years.

I don't know what I'm doing here,
But they said to make my stand,
Freedom again was at stake,
And the man beside me turns to me and smiles,
Tells me of his dreams, his baby's funny screams, 
And the fear he feels inside.

War years.
You're living in the war years.

The battle's over, lost friends I'll never know.
God I hope for some better place.
And all the generals sit underground,
And talk of the glory, the heroes' funny stories,
But never the lives that it breaks.

War years.
You're living in war years.