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D.R.I. - On My Way Home 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!" |
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