A World Away from Town

In a scrappy little mound 
He's a world away from town  
And his bills fall on me 
Like his blood on the ground 

There are no jobs 
Can't make a dime 
I'll join the corps. 
I'll serve my time 
I'll hate enemy gods just as they'll hate mine 

As gas fill up our tanks 
I won't get a shred of thanks 
And as the guns fire all around 
And a child's broken on the ground 

No matter how hard I fought 
I'm gone, I have been shot 
I'll leave my love,my whole world 
Or shall my world leave me? 

In a scrappy little mound 
I'm a world away from town 
At least the bills aren't on me 
Though my blood is on the ground