We was part of the slaughter they called Desert Storm

We maimed and we murdered in the name of "Norm"

Now As civilian and purpose I lack

I'm getting ready to go back to Iraq!

you're over there we're I'm over here

We had lasagna and plenty of beer

Learning the tools and the tricks of the trade

then I come home and I can't get laid

Back to Iraq!

I'M BACK!

You taught me how to kill

You pumped me full of drugs

How can you wonder

Why I became a thug?

Raining death on people

Firing into crowds

Over there I got a big bright medal

But here it's not allowed

I'm going

Back to Iraq!

I'M BACK!

now I'm on the streets - I look like a slob

My skin is corroding - I can't get a job

I did my duty - I served my nation

Now I can't even afford medication

You dirty bastards you made me this way

But I'm locked and loaded - now you'll have to pay

Back to Iraq and my life is a wreck

I wanna kill the President

But I'll settle for a check

Back to Iraq!

I'M BACK, YEAH!