Second Class Soldier - Dispatch

Oh I need a helping hand

How unAmerican

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 daizepam

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 convienient suicide

They tell me to take a number

All lies on the inside don’t everybody get to die

Oh as high as I am

On daizepam

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

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

Said that you got to

Oh as high as I am

On daizepam

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

Oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no 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 no 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 no 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 no one to report to

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