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4th Avenue Jones - Live From Iraq lyrics
V1
 Every days like a gamble here
 This is no joke
 This is live from iraq
 Where were prayin we make it home
 True gutter for you fuckers
 Think its gutter where you from
 Here its life by the second
 This is everything wrong
 This is not your beef on the block
 No its not that simple
 Here its more than gunfire
 They shootin rockets and missiles
 This is up armor kits
 And bulletproof windows
 We sleep with body armor blankets
 And Kevlar pillows
 In a country
 Where when anybodys talking they lyin
 And wherever there is a soldier
 There is schrapnel flyin
 59 of us april 4th
 8 of us dyin
 this is your thug turnt punk
 this is grown men crying
 This is bombs in the street
 Blowin up when I drive buyem
 Or its rpg's launched at me
 This is nothing problems
 The true definition of goin hard
 No games
 This is hundreds of bodies
 In the streets when we bang
 Chorus
 Cause this is live from iraq
 Home of too many soldiers graves
 Where for our country
 We gamble with our lives everyday
 And there are no blue skies here
 Every colors gray
 This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
 And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
 While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
 And every convoy that rides out
 Constantly getting sprayed
 But we don't fold hands
 The cards we are dealt get played
 V2
 This is
 Nights wit no supper man
 Home aint promised man
 Long journeys qualified
 Hell from a promise land
 Dreams feel real but not as real
 As tomorrow man
 Wish life was like contra
 Than life then I could borrow man
 No instant replays
 No highlights any days
 When balls get dropped
 You cant challenge the play
 This is the wrath of equipment
 No refs to stop the clippin
 This no timeouts casue father time
 Is still ticken, this is yeah
 Future in the air
 Pain sculpted in stone
 Families sheddin tears
 Cause they sons aint comin home
 4th Avenue Jones - Live From Iraq - http://motolyrics.com/4th-avenue-jones/live-from-iraq-lyrics.html
 This is more than a gamble
 And I'll give you the truth
 Plenty of lives lost
 Over a scandal
 Turning more than a cheek
 Warm hearts turn cold
 Higher people in command
 Planning wit no type of goals
 This is your own exposed
 Media cast and the scoop
 Covered over the answers
 Cause you cant handle the truth
 Chorus
 Cause this is live from iraq
 Home of too many soldiers graves
 Where for our country
 We gamble with our lives everyday
 And there are no blue skies here
 Every colors gray
 This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
 And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
 While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
 And every convoy that rides out
 Constantly getting sprayed
 But we don't fold hands
 The cards we are dealt get played
V3
 For some this is the answer
 To a whole lot of issues
 Sure its politics back home
 Here its bullets thru our tissue
 This is trying to draw contact
 Hopin they miss you
 This is one mortar round from
 Bein over no continues
 This is nothing yall been thru
 Yall aint seen shit
 And this is not whats on the news
 What really happens aint printed
 This is your one mistake
 Bein everbody elses business
 Whether they see their family
 Or its funeral home visits
 This is 150 degrees
 3 months out of the fiscal
 250 g's when that ied hits you
 this is 60 miles an hour
 thru ambush zones
 this is dead animals with
 explosive devices on em
 this is the home of direct fire
 where everybodys a target
 when you find out some people aint hard
 they just talk shit
 definitely nothing pretty
 this is no picnic
 this is trying to hold fire
 without burnin your fingers
 chorus
 Cause this is live from iraq
 Home of too many soldiers graves
 Where for our country
 We gamble with our lives everyday
 And there are no blue skies here
 Every colors gray
 This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
 And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
 While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
 And every convoy that rides out
 Constantly getting sprayed
 But we don't fold hands
 The cards we are dealt get played









