When the shit
Hits the fan
We don't need no Army man
Telling us how to be living
Me and my boys
Got a plan
On the killing fields
We met
We painted that river red
We fed you to that oak tree
Then we tallied up the dead
Send him home
To see 'ol Jesus
Boys you didn't win today
Send him home
To see 'ol Jesus
We won't give them
Time to pray
And tell their children
Where we sent him
Their daddy's gone
To see 'ol Jesus
Tell their women
Where we sent him
Their man has gone
To see 'ol Jesus
As miltia men
We'll die
Victory in our eyes
On a field
Of your dead soldiers
We will celebrate their lives
As the day passes on
We will sing our battle song
Let all who fight against us
Know that they'll be going home
Send him home
To see 'ol Jesus
Boys you didn't win today
Send him home
To see 'ol Jesus
We won't give them
Time to pray
And tell their children
Where we sent him
Their daddy's gone
To see 'ol Jesus
And tell their women
Where we sent him
Their man has gone
To see 'ol Jesus
And tell all their friends
Where we sent him
Their buddy's gone
To see 'ol Jesus
And tell their parents
Where we sent him
Their boy has gone
To see 'ol Jesus
And they never going
To see him again