Hear them bang the drum slowly for a soldier they never knew,
See them play the fife lowly, using tears as a disguise.
Come on.
Bitter hearts inflicted wounds that cut to the bone,
Stomping life and liberty for the seeds the warrior has sown,
Where's the victory, if armies divide, when you wound your own kind?
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Narrow minds ignoring their own lines, whoa,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Justifier: they justify the means when the hero dies.
Tell me when the smoke clears,
Stop cutting ranks from within,
Help me now; the battle's near, both sides are wearing me down,
Ooh, wearing me down.
Allies shot by bitter hearts they just don't understand,
Brother fighting brother is not part of the plan,
How's the clash won when war finally dies, and you wound your own kind?
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Narrow minds ignoring their own lines, whoa,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Justifier, justify the means when the hero dies.
Hey.
Friendly fire.
Yeah.
How's the clash won when war finally dies, and you wound your own kind?
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Narrow minds ignoring their own lines, whoa,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Justifier, oh yeah,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Narrow minds ignoring their own lines, yeah,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
Justifier, justify the means,
Friendly fire, friendly fire,
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