On My Way Home – D.R.I. – letras

I was getting out, without a doubtThis was my last patrol, wished I could shoutBut then the reds were thereWe were taking our shareFifteen to thirty, but fair is fairI was fighting wild, shooting blindNothing I could do, nowhere I could goSomeone yelled, « keep your head down low »I heard men crying, knew they were dyingAnd for the first time, I realizedMy sergeant lied!On my way home in a body bagA one-way ticket, but I couldn’t bragI was seeing green, seeing redWith an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my headTrying to breathe, I fought for airI was alive, but nobody caredWe left the planetThen we had landedSoon picked up by an army truckSomeone gave me a shovel and told me to digI said, « fuck off and die, capitalist pig! »