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It's 1973 and I'm headed back to war

Only been one week

Since I finished my last tour

The wounds on my body haven't fully healed

Nothing can stop me

From getting back into the field

In rural USA nothing beats the rush

Of executing VC scum and watching the blood gush

Drugs are hard to come by too much money for a vet

Been feeding my addiction since the night of the tet

Starting popping pills as soon as we flew in

The anesthesized killing is about to begin

Out of the chopper desensitized as fuck

Rifle nades and painkillers loaded in my truck

Senseless body, shadow of a man

Laying waste to this foreign land

Emotionless soldier drug obsessed

Creating unleashing anesthetic death

Without guilt without pain

Killing civilians again and again

Filling the void filling my veins

Drug induced bloodbath high on cocaine

Fiending

For drugs and innocent blood

Bleeding

I don't have time to bleed

The wars ending 1975

Somehow I'm still alive

I can't leave I can't hide

An anesthetic death I'd rather die

Injecting

Wrapped a bandolier around my warm

Waiting

For the overdose to set

Close my eyes, see all who've died

I don't care my brain is fried

Awaiting death, contemplating,

Fuck this shit no regretting