Where's My Medal

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Lyric

Do I have to be a soldier 
in the army of the Lord 
We appreciate your service, 
do that old song once more 

As I'm no longer fit for combat 
I've been honorably discharged 
But I still sleep with my war clothes on 

Battlegrounds are better now 
if you're sent to serve at sea 
but it's too late for the vets 
and too little for the infantry 

Well, they'll never declare a holiday 
when you're asked to shed a tear 
and send your priceless thoughts and prayers 
once a year 

But in the sports bars in the evenings 
before it gets too loud 
you can pay your respects at happy hour 
when we warm up the crowd 

When my hero heard my fight song 
he pinned a medal to my chest 
if I'd only recognized him, 
that fight would've been the best 

but the scarecrow filled with fire 
that was left beneath his hat 
did not betray that his wife and daughter had passed 

That this man was not a star 
is still a national disgrace 
but if it bothered him, 
he should have told his steadfast face 

When he fell before he poured his final bottle 
in the cup 
I hear Gabriel and Michael showed up 

all the brutes they never broke him 
but he had played his final part 
he chose a soldier's way to go, 
death by broken heart 

The wild warlords led us, 
Colonel Zevon, General Waits 
but they were busy in the war room 
when we stormed the bloody gates 

every army has a wrecking crew 
but they're hard to find today 
because most of us are MIA 

Battlegrounds are better now 
if you make the union scene 
but it's too late for the vets 
and too little for the infantry 

Do I have to be a soldier 
in the army of the Lord 
where's the justice of his terrible swift sword