She used to pick me up when I fell
I would fall and she would hear me crying
And come running, with soft strokes and gentle words
And, very soon, It would all be ok
In basic training
My drill sargeant let me know
In no uncertain terms
That I was not at home with my "mommy" anymore
In fact, he let me know that the "c-word" I called mom
Was a "whore" and a "slut"
And I needed to leave her far behind
If I wanted to become a man
By the time I reached the war zone
I was really cocky
With my uniform and my gun
And my buddies talkin about bitches and hos
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