For What

Central America just after dark
Final night on a training patrol
We've been down here for thirty days,
But in the morning, we're going home
Going home

You never quite expect it,
When those first shots ring out
Tell yourself "we ain't even supposed to be here"
Pick your field of fire and you start, laying it down
Lay it down

We were waiting for the dawn
'cause in the morning, we're going home

Now we're twisting and fighting, cussing and dying, for what?
Boys, we are killing, blood we are spilling, but for what?

I am a good Marine I always do as I am told
I would never think to question why, I am not so bold
But somewhere in the back of my mind,
I wonder, for what?

After the smoke clears,
and the screaming settles down
Feels pretty good just to be alive,
'till you take a good look around
Look around

We've been waiting for the dawn
'cause in the morning, we're going home

Now we're twisting and fighting, cussing and dying, for what?
Boys, we are killing, blood we are spilling, but for what?

I am a good Marine I always do as I am told
I would never think to question why, I am not so bold
But somewhere in the back of my mind,
I wonder, for what?
Yeah, for what?