deep in a jungle far from home
besides the others i'm on this trip alone
and i havent slept in eight days
because when the night surrounds
i see things that my brain conveys
the hallucinations and my head pounds
and my draft card betrays
i stomp uncharted grounds
green jungle agent orange yellow sea
the gunfire in the distance scares me
i'll probably die at the hand of charlie
i light a smoke under cover of tree
to see what tonight's hallucination brings me
my comfortable bed is back in new york city
with my parents, wife, and a chance at normalcy
i can pick out the time when i changed
when i put on the uniform and got my head shaved
i had no choice i was enslaved
here i come to stop the communist brigade
could have broke their backs with a naval blockade
bluffed and tried a neucular sherade
here in the jungle i need a can of raid
when the mosquitos come down like a plague
and all i want is to get laid
smoke this joint and fly away
i'm going to die because i'm not bullet proof
then all i get is a 21 gun salute
i hope someday they'll end this dispute
when you tell my wife the truth you can't dilute
because i'm dead and death is absolute
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