No one's born to be a warriorNo one born an average manWe make one or the otherAnd we try to understandTry to understandHe will long for the feeling standing strong with his brothersBefore the enemyHe will miss the quiet pride of his men at his side as he leads them into victoryHe can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken placeBut nothing quite compares to the tasteHe can't replace it, no, no, noNo one's born to be a warriorNo one born an average manWe make one or the otherAnd we try to understandTry to understandWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorThe pain takes a backseat for a causeNo applause from his countryNo service leaves him lessor, when he loses his suppressorAnd the pain that comes is deafeningHe can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken placeNo one's born to be a warriorNo one born an average manWe make one or the otherAnd we try to understandTry to understandWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorWe are born in hospitals in different statesTo moms and dads who work and prayThat we'll be saved, an amazing graceThe chosen few get shipped awayOne more mile, one more dayTo harvest souls and bear the weightAnd reap the tax that must be paidWarrior, warrior, warriorNo one's born to be a warriorNo one born an average manWe make one or the otherAnd we try to understandTry to understandWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warriorWarrior, warrior, warrior
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No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
He will long for the feeling standing strong with his brothers
Before the enemy
He will miss the quiet pride of his men at his side as he leads them into victory
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
But nothing quite compares to the taste
He can't replace it, no, no, no
No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
The pain takes a backseat for a cause
No applause from his country
No service leaves him lessor, when he loses his suppressor
And the pain that comes is deafening
He can wash the war paint off his face and learn to love a bitter broken place
No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
We are born in hospitals in different states
To moms and dads who work and pray
That we'll be saved, an amazing grace
The chosen few get shipped away
One more mile, one more day
To harvest souls and bear the weight
And reap the tax that must be paid
Warrior, warrior, warrior
No one's born to be a warrior
No one born an average man
We make one or the other
And we try to understand
Try to understand
