It's kind of hard to see.
I'm thinking back to growing up
I first left home when I was 20
Sent me off to Camp Pendleton
who just turned 5 this week.
I miss him so I can't believe
that he can really speak.
I wrote my wife once every week
so she could hear the news
She wrote me back once every day
They trained me well, I made the cut,
they couldn't make me cry
I shined my boots and cleaned my gun
and caught a little flack
With a swagger and a prayer
With a swagger and a prayer
I wonder what I'm doing in this place
I'm afraid I'll fall from grace
My steels says, don't worry son,
I'm glad you're not pretend,
you got a street fighter's face, yeah
I'm glad you're with me son,
you got a street fighter's face
The man said, mission accomplished,
We celebrated a new life,
We danced a bit and drank some beers
and then we drank some more
For once I finally fell asleep,
I passed out on the floor
For weeks we cruised the streets,
they said that we were not done
The sun so hot, my clothes so wet,
We cruised Fallujah in our Jeep,
just me and my three friends
A roadside bomb blew us to hell
They finally broke the news to me
that all my friends were dead
I can't feel a thing on my face
Man, I don't even look like me,
I wonder what I'm doing in this place
It's hard to sleep, there's too much noise,
I think I fell from grace
My CO says, don't worry son,
I'm glad you're my platoon,
you got a street fighter's face
Yeah, you serve your country well
with your street fighter's face
Well, my wife don't come around much,
And I can't really blame her,
I don't feel I'm worth a damn
And I stay in most nights
with a bottle to wind down
Sometimes I try to smile,
My son's half grown up now,
We share a story and some drinks,
He pushes me in my wheelchair
they always turn away in shock
I wonder what we fought for
I pray to God for my dead friends,
I wish that I could just go back
with my street fighter's face
I wonder what I'm do ing in this place
It's hard to think, there's too much noise,
I think I fell from grace
My CEO says, don't worry son,
I'm glad you're my platoon,
you got a street fighter's face, yeah
when we do a street fight, it's fate
Waking up and staring out,
I'm thinking back to growing up
