My kids are strangers
They’re so much older
There’s silence at dinner
The food taste different somehow
9 to 5 is painful
But it really doesn’t matter
There’s nothing like war
To make a man feel small

Trying to make some sense
What makes a man hate a man?
TV talking heads
Politics from a satellite feed
Lines drawn on a map
Religion and ethnicity
When the only thing that matters
Is between you and me

Found a picture
G.I. Joe, machine gun pose
So much easier
When we knew so much less
You hope to remember
The glory days of your youth
But I pray to forget
Everyday and twice on Sunday

Try to deny it
Random things take me back
And looking in the mirror
The reflection tells the truth
The hate I’ve seen
From the both of us
It’s getting harder to
Put the bottle down

I think I know better
I see the looks you give
You should know me better
Can't wash the blood from skin