Conquered freak soldiers return from the warnAnd the stares of the countrymen look just as they did beforenAnd the women whom they loved have all turned into whoresnAnd the band still can't play any better than beforenAnd I'm tired and I think I'll go to bednFor America's under fire and the sky's turning rednThey step off the train and wonder who's to blamenFor all this madness and sorrownThe streets are filled with blind men, all viciously insanenYou stand there and they hold you a cup and a canenAnd I'm tired and I think I'll go to bednFor America's under fire and the sky's turning rednAnd the bombs they go boom like a big red balloonnIn the evening skynAnd the rockets they burst and shatter the earthnMaking the little girls crynAnd the bells they are ringing and the children are singingnOh but they don't know whynAnd the airplanes are strafing and the people are laughingnThey know not what it is to cry, to crynMother and daddy give him a kiss and shake his handnCongratulations my son, on becoming a mannAnd the generals can't see the reasonnThere's such a high percentage of treasonnThey feel, they're quite sure that it must just be the seasonnAnd I'm tired and I think I'll go to bednFor America's under fire and the sky's turning rednAnd I'm tired and I think I'll go to bednFor America's under fire and the sky's turning rednAmerica, America, God shed his grace on menAnd crown thy herd with brotherhood from sea to shining sea