| Honey, don’t tell the boys I been talkin' like this
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| 'Cause I can’t have 'em thinkin' I’m scared
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| Truth is I ain’t afraid a’nothin' no more
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| I’m tired and I just don’t care
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| How many tours is too many tours
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| My baby she’d like to know
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| 'Cause always there at the back a’my mind
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| Is that Jody’s there when I go
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| Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
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| Never let 'em send me back
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| Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
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| Some shit went down in Iraq
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| Well I was there in '04 when it first got hot
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| And Muqtada’s local fighters emerged
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| Earned a Purple Heart via Seven-Six-Two
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| And another later during the Surge
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| Didn’t know nothin' back then, didn’t care
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| It was get it out and kick us some ass
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| Couldn’t tell a Sunni from a Shia from the Kurds
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| But they educated me pretty fast
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| Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
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| Never let 'em send me back
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| Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
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| Some shit went down in Iraq
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| Well it was pretty touch n’go from the very first light
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| Fiercest action that I’d ever seen
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| Ambush come and we hadda' dismount
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| Get busy, fight it out in the streets
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| Well all hell broke loose, takin' fire from the rooftops
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| Haji launchin' RPGs
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| Fightin' runnin' battles with militias in the alleys
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| Draggin' on and on week after week
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| Takin' hits at fifty metres from a shrine nearby
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| But they wouldn’t let us light up a mosque
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| Then our tanks rolled in, real hard real heavy
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| But they couldn’t help the guys that we lost
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| Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
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| Never let 'em send me back
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| Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
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| Some shit went down in Iraq
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| I ain’t goin' back
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| Well I don’t know if it matters to the folks back home
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| But they say they’re all supportin' the troops
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| There’s no time anyway to be dwelling on that
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| Out here thinkin’s only for fools
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| And as long as there’s no lack of young man willin'
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| To ride to the sound of the guns
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| I’ll be waking up dreaming of the Mahdi Army
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| And of both sides losing their sons
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| They ain’t a-gonna send me back to Sadr City
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| They ain’t a-gonna send me back
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| My orders came through and babe it isn’t pretty
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| It’s Afghanistan instead of Iraq
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| They’re sending me back |