Bury Me Far (From My Uniform)

I was fallen dead in battle

Must've been tuesday, I don't know the date

I gave everything everyone asked for

But I say where I be laid

The many dead of my comrades

All look the same in this place

Won't you bury me far from my uniform

So god might remember my face

Do not bother with congress

With the rich or with the rest

I fought their battles in this world

But I'll not fight for them in the next

Do not find me justice

Just find me a grave

And then bury me far from my uniform

So god might remember my face

Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble

Take me out of your dreams that I'm in

I can't take another what's not

I'm sick to hear what could have been

I'll not return to your table

So don't save me a place

Just bury me far from my uniform

So god might remember my face

I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom

I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate

And I swear that I'm no one's example

I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade

War is older than mankind

But it's younger than grace

Won't you bury me far from my uniform

From the iron cross medals I would've worn

From the statues that sisters and widows mourn

From the newspaper clippin's and microform

From Geneva, the Hague and Nuremberg

From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste

Won't you bury me far from my uniform

So god might remember my face

I know god will remember my face

Merciful god, please remember my face