| Lyrics: | I was getting out, without a doubt
This was my last patrol, wished I could shout
But then
the reds were there
We were taking our share
Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair
I was
fighting wild, shooting blind
Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go
Someone yelled, "keep
your head down low"
I heard men crying, knew they were dying
And for the first time, I
realized
My sergeant lied!
On my way home in a body bag
A one-way ticket, but I couldn't
brag
I was seeing green, seeing red
With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my
head
Trying to breathe, I fought for air
I was alive, but nobody cared
We left the
planet
Then we had landed
Soon picked up by an army truck
Someone gave me a shovel and
told me to dig
I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!" |
