| Fire in the hole!
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| Waiting for the blast
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| Vibrations in the earth
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| Before the smoke can clear I’m diving underground
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| Searching through the dark I hunt the Vietcong
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| Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my lungs
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| Morality is gone… to kill is to survive
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| Morality is gone… to kill is to survive
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| Drive my body forward knowing what I’ll find
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| Drive my body forward through this passage to hell
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| I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste
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| Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim
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| Thunderous exchange, reeling from the pain
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| Twisting on the ground, tasting my own blood
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| People running by, they don’t try to help
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| I’m afraid to die… so afraid to die!
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| So afraid to die
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| This cannot be true
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| People running by, thinking I have died
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| People running by leaving me to die
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| Casualty of war
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| Body on the pile
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| I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul up to this hell
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| Flashing back from hell, returning to the world
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| Hearing my own screams tearing through the night
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| Clutching at my chest, my fingers trace the scars
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| Somehow I’ve got to end these visions in my head
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| Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth
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| Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth
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| Somehow I’ve got to end visions in my head
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| Fought so many years, this war for sanity
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| I cannot go on this ends for me today |