There’s a part of me that’s made entirely of generosity
Can I be a better man?
Can I go to war and make them understand

What’s the use in generosity if I just keep it all for me?
Can I talk sense into them?
Even though I have a weapon in my hand

Can you take me home?
For a little while
Can you bring a smile?

Can you take me home?
I wasn’t that prepared
To tell the truth I’m scared…of myself

I had to go; I couldn’t say no my country is as mad as the neighbor’s
We are killing for our wealth
We just care about our economic health

It’s sad to say but you and me we are no better than our enemy
We just follow the instructions
That are leading to destruction, so you see

Can you take me home?
For a little while
Can you bring a smile?

Can you take me home?
I wasn’t that prepared
To tell the truth I’m scared…of myself