Oh, I need a helping hand, how un-American

I'm a second class soldier

And I've gotten in too deep

Just a pawn in their scheme

I don't think I'll get much older

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to

Oh, as high as I am on diazepam

They got me running both sides of the border

Oh, I need to get out, need to make my way south

Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders

I got the letter in the post

The one you fear most

It says they share your sorrow

Oh, but I know that it's not right

Their convenient suicide

And they tell me to take a number

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to

Oh, as high as I am on diazepam

They got me running both sides of the border

Oh, I need to get out, need to make my way south

Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to die

All lies on the inside, don't everybody get to

Cause I just know he wouldn't go that way

He wrote me just the other day

Talked about all the plans he wanted to make

Oh, said that you got to

Oh, as high as I am on diazepam

They got me running both sides of the border

Oh, I need to get out, need to make my way south

Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders

Orders, orders

Oh, ma, it's getting mad in Asadabad, but there's not one to report to

If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I'm leaving tomorrow

Oh, ma, it's getting mad in Asadabad, but there's not one to report to

If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I'm leaving tomorrow

Oh, ma, it's getting mad in Asadabad, but there's not one to report to

If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I'm leaving tomorrow

Oh, ma, it's getting mad in Asadabad, but there's not one to report to

If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I'm leaving tomorrow