Oh, I need a helping hand, how un-American
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 diazepam
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 most
It says they share your sorrow
Oh, but I know that it's not right
Their convenient suicide
And they tell me to take a number

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to

Oh, as high as I am on diazepam
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 diazepam
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 not 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 not 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 not 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 not one to report to
If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I'm leaving tomorrow