09 Civilian Ways
Rancid Lyrics


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I hold the cold steel of my rifle
As I dream of foreign lands
And I promise myself
I will cherish every moment I can
But there's ghosts that
Follow me around
Everywhere I am
When I say goodbye
I try to be strong
Now I'm going back to the U.S.
Where I belong
I ain't never alone
The war seems to follow me home

No longer an active soldier
When I walk down the street
I'm shaking hands
With everyone that I meet
And I watch everyone
Wondering what they see

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me

I live in Marysville
Out on the county line
And my brother and my mother
Both visit me all the time
And visions of you
Are always running right
Through my mind
We always talk about
What we're gonna do
When the war is won
We're gonna fix up them old cars
And ride them into the sun
When I heard you're no
Longer with us
Man I was done

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three

May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me




May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rancid's song "Civilian Ways" express the struggles and experiences of a soldier returning home from war. The opening lines describe the soldier holding the cold steel of his rifle as he longs for foreign lands and promises to cherish every moment. However, the soldier acknowledges the ghosts that follow him everywhere he goes, reminding him of the sacrifices and trauma he endured during his service.


As the soldier returns to civilian life, he finds it difficult to adjust to the normalcy and routine of everyday life. He shakes hands with everyone he meets and observes them, wondering what they see in him. Civilian ways become foreign to him as he tries to adapt to a life without war.


The song ends with a heartfelt tribute to the soldier's fallen comrades and the sacrifices they made for him. The soldier dreams of fixing up old cars and riding them into the sun with his loved ones when the war is won, but the news of a friend's death leaves him feeling defeated.


Overall, "Civilian Ways" is a poignant reflection on the physical and emotional toll of serving in the military and the difficulties of returning to civilian life.


Line by Line Meaning

I hold the cold steel of my rifle
As an active soldier, I carry my rifle with me everywhere, even in my dreams.


As I dream of foreign lands
I often think of the foreign lands I have been deployed to and imagine what they are like when I am not there.


And I promise myself
I make a pledge to myself that I will cherish every moment that I can of my deployment.


I will cherish every moment I can
I will hold close the memories that I make while in a foreign and unfamiliar environment.


But there's ghosts that follow me around
I am haunted by memories of all the terrible things I have witnessed while deployed.


Everywhere I am
These memories follow me even when I have left the location of my deployment.


When I say goodbye, I try to be strong
When it is time to leave, I attempt to maintain a sense of fortitude and bravery during my farewell.


Now I'm going back to the U.S. Where I belong
My tour is finally over, and I am returning to my homeland.


I ain't never alone, the war seems to follow me home
Even when I am not on the battlefield, I still feel the effects of the war and the memories that haunt me.


No longer an active soldier, when I walk down the street
Since I am no longer actively deployed, I can walk the streets without my weapon.


I'm shaking hands with everyone that I meet
I take the opportunity to make connections with others and engage in friendly greetings with those around me.


And I watch everyone wondering what they see
I am curious about how others view me and wonder if anybody can comprehend the experiences I have had overseas.


Civilian ways are now what's foreign to me
I have become so accustomed to living and functioning as a soldier that civilian life feels unfamiliar and strange to me.


I came off a long tour, I left this place in two or three
After months or years of military service and deployment, I am finally returning to civilian life in the United States.


May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me
I hope that people continue to remember and honor the bravery and sacrifices of my fellow soldiers.


I live in Marysville, out on the county line
I reside in Marysville, which is situated away from any major cities, almost in rural land.


And my brother and my mother both visit me all the time
My close family members make a point to visit me frequently and offer me support.


And visions of you are always running right through my mind
I cannot help but think of someone special who may be waiting for me at home, and I hold onto the idea of reuniting with them.


We always talk about what we're gonna do when the war is won
I participate in conversations with loved ones about what we will do once the war is over and I am no longer deployed.


We're gonna fix up them old cars and ride them into the sun
One of the things I look forward to is spending time with family and friends, repairing cars, and driving them in the sun.


When I heard you're no longer with us, man, I was done
When I found out that someone close to me had passed away while I was deployed, I was deeply affected and felt hopeless.


May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me
I want to make sure that people always remember and appreciate the sacrifices that my fellow soldiers made.


May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me
It is important to me that people continue to remember and honor the courageous individuals who fought and perished for our country.


May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me
I hope that the sacrifices of my comrades are never forgotten and that future generations always respect and honor the sacrifices of our fallen soldiers.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: TIMOTHY (USA) ARMSTRONG, LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER MATTHEW FREEMAN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Michael

I hold the cold steel of my rifle
As I dream of foreign lands
And I promise myself
I will cherish every moment I can
But there's ghosts that
Follow me around
Everywhere I am
When I say goodbye
I try to be strong
Now I'm going back to the U.S.
Where I belong
I ain't never alone
The war seems to follow me home

No longer an active soldier
When I walk down the street
I'm shaking hands
With everyone that I meet
And I watch everyone
Wondering what they see

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me

I live in Marysville
Out on the county line
And my brother and my mother
Both visit me all the time
And visions of you
Are always running right
Through my mind
We always talk about
What we're gonna do
When the war is won
We're gonna fix up them old cars
And ride them into the sun
When I heard you're no
Longer with us
Man I was done

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three

May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me



All comments from YouTube:

Brad K

10 years since my last bit of time in Afghanistan and I'm still confused about civilian ways. I love this song.

Brad K

@Repent Sinner Glad you found reasons to stick around. It might not always be the easier path but it's worth it.

Repent Sinner

@Brad K if it weren't for God and my gf who became my wife and gave me 3 kids, I have blown my brains out years ago

Repent Sinner

I'll never understand civilians or POGs. OEF/OIF Infantryman 04-12

Patrick Webster

This song has gotten me through some rough fucking nights of total annihilation of my mind, body, and soul through trying to put bandaids on my soul. Just trying to get that switch to turn back off, to get out of flight or fight, to feel normal in this civilian world. I don’t think I will ever feel totally “normal” but mother fucking music like this makes life more bearable.

Brad K

@James Fitzgerald Definitely way better these days than when I first got back. Time, maturity, reading, and the brotherhood got me through and helped me grow instead of the other options. Thanks for the thoughtful reply.

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Michael

I hold the cold steel of my rifle
As I dream of foreign lands
And I promise myself
I will cherish every moment I can
But there's ghosts that
Follow me around
Everywhere I am
When I say goodbye
I try to be strong
Now I'm going back to the U.S.
Where I belong
I ain't never alone
The war seems to follow me home

No longer an active soldier
When I walk down the street
I'm shaking hands
With everyone that I meet
And I watch everyone
Wondering what they see

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me

I live in Marysville
Out on the county line
And my brother and my mother
Both visit me all the time
And visions of you
Are always running right
Through my mind
We always talk about
What we're gonna do
When the war is won
We're gonna fix up them old cars
And ride them into the sun
When I heard you're no
Longer with us
Man I was done

Civilian ways are now
What's foreign to me
I came off a long tour
I left this place in two or three

May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me
May we never forget the sacrifices
My friends made for me

Medicine Wolf

I have to be careful about putting this one on or the eyes get watery. I first heard it sometime after I had gotten back from Iraq, actually it was after I got out of the army. I grew up on punk and rnr and I’d been a fan of Rancid long before this song & it was something I never expected from them and there’s no better band to have written this one

Patrick Webster

I’ve shed tears from this song a shit ton of times, don’t sweat that my brother.

Stephen Webb

Tim Armstrong's brother was my first sergeant when I served in Iraq in 2003

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