I was getting out, without a doubt

This was my last patrol, wished I could shout

But then the reds were there

We were taking our share

Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair

I was fighting wild, shooting blind

Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go

Someone yelled, "keep your head down low"

I heard men crying, knew they were dying

And for the first time, I realized

My sergeant lied!

On my way home in a body bag

A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag

I was seeing green, seeing red

With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head

Trying to breathe, I fought for air

I was alive, but nobody cared

We left the planet

Then we had landed

Soon picked up by an army truck

Someone gave me a shovel and told me to dig

I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!"