[Intro: Samples]
For nearly an hour, the condemned men sat in a bus and watched crews erect their execution posts on the quiet beachfront
White man's burden, Lloyd, my man, white man's burden
[Verse 1]
You paid the price, you followed orders
Months at a time laying in ambushes by the borders
The blunt cackle of gun battles, last breath death rattles, air-sucking thump of mortars
Then flames, hideously gorgeous
And when command said find the informants
You followed orders
You visited the camps
You oversaw the torture
You tightened the clamps
You lied to reporters
You dug the pits
You made sure the confessions were recorded
You still see their faces
Corners of your eyes is morbid
Copper in the air, taste it
Flowing like a open faucet
Can't erase it
But you a soldier
You follow orders
Once the war was won
Switched fatigues for corporate
Suits and ties, but close those eyes
Still see them, clear as portraits
Watching yourself go through the motions
Pretending you're not dead, adrift in a black ocean
So imagine the relief when the indictments are finally read
Grey hair on your head
Lean into the mic, flanked by lawyers
And finally tell someone
All you did was follow orders
For nearly an hour, the condemned men sat in a bus and watched crews erect their execution posts on the quiet beachfront
White man's burden, Lloyd, my man, white man's burden
[Verse 1]
You paid the price, you followed orders
Months at a time laying in ambushes by the borders
The blunt cackle of gun battles, last breath death rattles, air-sucking thump of mortars
Then flames, hideously gorgeous
And when command said find the informants
You followed orders
You visited the camps
You oversaw the torture
You tightened the clamps
You lied to reporters
You dug the pits
You made sure the confessions were recorded
You still see their faces
Corners of your eyes is morbid
Copper in the air, taste it
Flowing like a open faucet
Can't erase it
But you a soldier
You follow orders
Once the war was won
Switched fatigues for corporate
Suits and ties, but close those eyes
Still see them, clear as portraits
Watching yourself go through the motions
Pretending you're not dead, adrift in a black ocean
So imagine the relief when the indictments are finally read
Grey hair on your head
Lean into the mic, flanked by lawyers
And finally tell someone
All you did was follow orders
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