Second Class

Lyrics
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
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Credits
- Writers
- Chad Urmston
- Brad Corrigan