Second Class Dispatch

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