213 - Side

All these bullets in the air

It really isn't fair

I came here for a break

Now my life's at stake

I'm pretty bloody sure

This wasn't in the brochure

And when I was here before

There was no civil war

What do I do now?

What will these troops allow?

I try to ask them - nay beseach

Can I still go to the beach?

But they don't care 'bout me

Just that guy behind that tree

And as the grenades go flying

I just sit here crying

I wanted a holiday

Not to be blown away

I now wish to depart

But they've blown up the airport

I'll run past these personnel

And hide back in my hotel

And assuming I've not died

I guess I'll have to pick a side