Story Behind the Song
rick, inspired by elton john's 'funeral for a friend' and the steve hunter/dick wagner guitar blaze on lou reed's 'sweet jane,' always wanted to write a ten minute song with a lengthy, complex [read: seven minute] intro. but then again, who doesn't.....
Lyrics
Frontline
Wasn't born to be a soldier
Wasn't raised to raise a hand
But they said to fight
If you think you're right
Take a side and make a stand
How we wound up on the frontline
I can't seem to figure out
Can we ever win, or will we give in
To this troubled war of doubt
Yeah, this war of doubt
Well, they teach you to climb backwards
So you won't see when you fall
And that's good to know,
'Cause the way things go
Sometimes I can't move at all
For I fear that with the next step
I may end up less than alive
So I stay in place
And I rest my case
On the cause to just survive
And I just survive
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
Wasn't born to be a soldier
Wasn't raised to raise a hand
But I learned to fight
And to feel what's right
And I know now where we stand
Will I die here on the frontline
Not of loss of blood, but of pride
Well, I'll hold my ground
'Til they take me down
Never join the other side
Yeah, there's just one side
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
I'm on the frontline, I'm falling out
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