You can bring home the oil
You can bring home the money
You can call off the dogs
You can call it milk and honey

I had a palm full of promises
That quickly turned to lies
I had a heart full of hope
Now all I do is cry

You lost all the battles
You fought the wrong war
You didn’t feed the hungry
You didn’t feed the poor

You can bring home the troops
You can bring home the guns
But can you look me in the eye?
You can’t bring home my son