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[Typhoid]

What will you find, where will you be
When you gotta trade for company
Those Plastic guns and Infantry
For a silent army in the trees
Well this ain't the woods behind the house
There ain't nobody screaming out for you to come inside and eat
You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed
Wore camouflage on Halloween
A plastic bag and M-16
Door to door and house to house
But ain't nobody handing it out
Ya nothings ever what it seems
When you're kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams
Just plastic guns and infantry
for a silent army in the trees
Now baby don't you let me down
A world away and still somehow
Can't shake the feeling that you'r out
With another man's arms wrapped tight around you
At night it's cold, we sit and freeze
Running "red lights" in our Humvees
Never thought I'd live to see the day I'd be
Afraid of little kids playing in the streets
Well this ain't the woods behind the house
There ain't nobody screaming out
For you to come inside and eat
You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed.


-(It's a song, actually)
-A Silent Army in the Trees by Matthew Good