D. R. I - On My Way Home Lyrics

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"