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it's just another day, another soldier with a suitcase,
a briefing with a new face breathing down my neck..
I thought that they would let me in, (since I already went to war),
test score's aver-age and I don't get a check..
I'm working for the burger-man and I don't get a rest..
(I'm working to reserve a hand and try to pay the rent),
They had said that my injury was something of traumatic..
something never asked for, but something that had happened
on my last tour, (I wonder what that stands for),
I only hit my head when our convoy was getting rushed,
flanked from the sides, (I had no problem sitting up, thanks)..
Now I cannot read, and now I'm learning how to write again
I'm learning how to live my life
(without a rifle gripping solely to my shoulder)
like, we were something meant to be..
Holding to my shoulder like, I was thrusting wrecklessly,
ecstacy and all of that nonsense, (god bless America),
Marry her, she's got tits ((got tits))..
suckle all you can until she scuttles you to pay rent..
warships rust and I was just another vagrant on the deck..
(they're naming me a veteran)
(their favor-ite assessment of the wreckages)
a pessemistic sedative, a 'thank you' with a letter missing
(kill me if you must)..
think you might better sift and pillage through the dust...
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