Testo: Yellowcard. Two Weeks From Twenty.

Jimmy wasn't really popular
He had a couple of friends back home
Sooner or later they're all getting out
So he had to join up alone
He was dreaming of the Ivy League
Since he was only 3 feet tall
Get the hell out of Jersey and then
He would never look back at all

And then you hear 'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
They're gonna miss him he was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
From the man to blame

Jimmy never had a reason to stay
Cause all the factories shut down
All he had was a line for his name
So he could sign away his right to be proud
He tried to kiss her on the way out the door
But she just put her little hand on his face
I don't understand why you're leaving she said
But I hope you're gonna ask me to wait

And then you hear 'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His lady missed him he was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
From the man to blame

Jimmy's mother went to Capitol Hill
So she could fill her heart up with joy
Maybe shake a few hands while she's there
And tell him thank you sir for taking my boy

And then you hear 'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His mama missed him he was two weeks from twenty
And there's still no shame
And we're all to blame