[AI 음악 & 앨범 이미지]: Red Medals (붉은 무공 훈장)

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AI MUSIC
Rock, Alternative Rock, Funk Rock, Broken Beat, British Rock

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Turned on the news this morning
Another war had found a name
I took my time making coffee
While somewhere buildings fell again

They didn't show me who they were
Just numbers crawling underneath
A hundred gone before the weather
Then traffic, markets, something cheap

[Pre-Chorus]
They'll call it honor
They'll call it faith
Wrap up the coffin
And praise the brave

Put a golden crown
On somebody's head
But tonight they're only
A short headline instead

One little line
Then gone again

[Chorus]
While the civilians scream
The well-fed men explain
Why someone else's sons
Had to die for what they made

And where the young ones bled
And disappeared into the mud
The old generals stand
With another medal on their chest

A medal made of blood
A red medal made of blood
Yeah, pin it to your chest
Your red medal made of blood

[Verse 2]
They raised a flag above the ruins
Called every frightened boy a saint
Patriots printed in the papers
Before the ink had even dried

A mother keeps his room untouched
A father doesn't say his name
Somebody gives another speech
And says the sacrifice was brave

[Pre-Chorus]
For God and country
For land and pride
There are always better words
For sending kids to die

And tomorrow morning
We'll read what they said
Between the football
And the price of bread

[Chorus]
While the civilians scream
The well-fed men explain
Why someone else's sons
Had to die for what they made

And where the young ones bled
And disappeared into the mud
The old generals stand
With another medal on their chest

A medal made of blood
A red medal made of blood
Smile for the photograph
With your red medal made of blood

[Bridge]
No headline keeps them breathing
No anthem brings them home
No border understands
What tragedy really means

And history loves its heroes
When history needs a lie
But nobody asks the dead men
What they thought before they died

[Final Chorus]
While the civilians scream
The well-fed men explain
How every bomb was necessary
How nobody's to blame

And where another generation
Left its color in the mud
The old generals shine
With decorations on their chest

Red medals
Made of blood

Red medals
Made of blood

You call it glory
I call it what it was

A little piece of metal
Dipped in somebody's blood

Red medals...
Made of blood.

[Outro]
Tomorrow morning
I'll turn the news on again

Another number
Another name

Another war
Somewhere

And then—

the weather.