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Amy Ratcliffe - False Flags Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
My name is McDonald, from a small town in Scotland
Like my fathers before me, I would've down the mines
But the war against the unions destroyed our communion
When I came of age, there was no work to be found
I left school aged sixteen
Couldn't hold down a job for more than a few weeks
A friend of a friend told me I should apply
For a career in the army, "You'll be set you up for life"

[Verse 2]
I went down to the office, put my name on the list
Recruiting sergeant said, "We'll make a man of you yet"
With rifles and bullеts and bayonets
They taught me thе ways of a soldier
In my innocence they caught me
Proud of my regiment, uniform and gun
Swore an oath of allegiance to the Crown
I was so proud to serve, salute and enlist
To give my life for the country of my birth

[Chorus]
False flags are flying
Young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing
Just a trick on our souls
[Post-Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
They sold me a lie, like many others, I bought it
They conjured a war, I served and I fought it
Sowed murder in cities, mountains and deserts
The lucky ones stayed, some came home blind and legless
Out on patrol, we found a boy named Mohammed
He shook like a wee frightened bird
An officer said, "Let's play Russian Roulette"
We hooded the boy, put a gun to his head

[Chorus]
False flags are flying
Young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing
Just a trick on our souls

[Verse 4]
When I came home, there was no work to be found
No qualifications, fourth-grade education
Now I drink through the days so that when night-time comes
I won't think of the things that I saw and I done
I took off my uniform, threw it in the bin
For it could not protect me from the demons within
From the war that is raging inside my head
If this is living, I'd be better off dead
[Chorus]
False flags are flying
Young men are dying
For a cause that means nothing
Just a trick on our souls

[Outro]
While false flags keep flying and mothers keep crying
No more will their young men come home anymore
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