Second Class Soldier

Oh I need a helping hand
How unAmerican
I'm a Second class soldier

And I've gotten in too deep
Just a pawn in their scheme
I don't think I'll get much older

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to
Oh as high as I am
On daizepam
They got me running both
Sides of the border
Oh I need to get out
Need to make my way south
Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders

I got the letter in the post
The one you fear the most
It says they share your sorrow
Oh but I know that it's not right
Their convienient suicide
They tell me to take a number

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to
Oh as high as I am
On daizepam
They got me running both
Sides of the border
Oh I need to get out
Need to make my way south
Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders
All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to die

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to
'Cause I just know he wouldn't go that way
He wrote me just the other day
Talked about all the plans he wanted to make
Oh said that you got to
Oh as high as I am
On daizepam

They got me running both
Sides of the border
Oh I need to get out
Need to make my way south
Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders
Orders
Orders

Oh ma it's getting mad in Asadabad
But there's no one to report to
If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far
So I'm leaving tomorrow
Oh ma it's getting mad in Asadabad
But there's no one to report to
If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far
So I'm leaving tomorrow
Oh ma it's getting mad in Asadabad
But there's no one to report to
And if I reach the bazaar
It will be too far
So I'm leaving tomorrow
Oh ma it's getting mad in Asadabad
But there's no one to report to
And if I reach the bazaar, it will be too far
So I'm leaving tomorrow