He grew up with nothing
  He lived and died poor
  A father of four
  He left his family temporarily
  For a future based on words of chicanery
  They said join the Army
  Join the Navy
  He joined the Marines
  And his children were proud
  But exhaltation was exhausted
  And patronage died
  When this expendable number
  Left his family of five
  Imposture
  And all that man wanted was
  To provide a better existence for
  His kids and wife
  An investment that cost him his life
  A family of ethics has...
  A fatality of war can't be noble enough
  To justify the loss of life so young
  Continental security
  Atonement, there's no such thing
  There was no hero in the end
  Only letters of resent, remorse, regret
  Bitter resent
  Imposture
  And all those boys wanted was
  To be alive,
  A return of existence yet
  So many died
  And those who returned were alone
  With nothing awaiting at home
  Again the headlines read
  "A Noble Soldier Finds A Noble Ending"
  They are the ones who can be done without
  Expendable numbers forgotten
  No doubt
  A family of ethics has died