so one two three oh oh oh oh oh oh we were part of the slaughter they called desert storm we maimed and we murdered in the name of norm now as a civilian there s something i lack i m getting ready to go back to iraq you re over there we re over here we ve got lasagna and plenty of beer learning the tools the tricks of the trade now i ve come home i can t get laid back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq i m back you taught me how to kill you pumped me full of drugs now how can you wonder why i became a thug raining death on people firing into crowds over there i got a big bright medal but here it s not allowed i m going back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq i m back yeah  now i m on the streets i can t get a job my face is corroding i look like a slob i did my duty i served my nation now i can t even afford medication you dirty bastards you made me this way i m locked and loaded and you ll have to pay back to iraq my life is a wreck i want to kill the president but i ll settle for a check back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq back to iraq i m back yeah 