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Chorus:
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing, I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time he had served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knee
But morphine eased the pain, and the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a Purple Heart, and a monkey on his back
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
So Sam took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred-dollar habit, without overtime
But the gold flowed through his veins like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While his kids ran round wearing other people's clothes
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
And he played his last request while the room just smelled like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
You see, life had lost its fun, there was nothing to be done
But trade his house he'd borrowed on the G.I. bill
For a flag-draped casket on the local heroes' hill
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