On My Way Home Lyrics - Dri

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!"