Pessimist Tunnel Rats
Fire in the hole! Waiting for the blast,
Vibrations in the Earth. Before the smoke
can clear I'm diving underground.
Searching through the dark I hunt the
Vietcong. Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my
lungs.
Morality is gone... To kill is to survive.
Morality is gone... To kill is to survive.
Drive my body forward knowing what I'll
Find. Drive my body forward through
This passage way to Hell.
I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste.
Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim.
Thunderous exchange, reeling from the
Pain. Twisting on the ground, tasting my
Own blood. People running by they don't
Try to help. I'm afraid to die... So afraid to die!
So afraid to die. This can not be true.
People running by thinking I have died
People running by leaving me to die.
Casualty of war. Body on the pile.
I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul
Up to this hell. Flashing back from Hell,
Returning to the world, hearing my own
Screams tearing through the night.
Clutching at my chest my fingers trace the
Scars. Somehow I've got to end these
Visions in my head. Bottle in my hand barrel
In my mouth.
Bottle in my hand barrel in my mouth.
Somehow I've got to end visions in my head.
Fought so many years this war for sanity. I
Can not go on this ends for me today.
