I was down in the sunset, hadn't eaten lunch yet Up on my soapbox, in front of a coffee shop Runnin' my mouth about the war in Iraq When a G.I., right behind my back, said
Don't care who told you Don't care what you're selling But you don't know how bad it is Oh no you don't know how bad it is
'Cuz I was down in the desert on my second tour I didn't want to do the third But I wanted to be sure That I got my G.I. bill when I would return So I grabbed the bottle And let the rubber burn
We were waiting for orders But new orders never came Only to patrol that old refinery in shame With no sense of purpose on an idle soldier's mind I went left, right, left And I stumbled on down the line
