Haunted Houses

I was a young man
Wearing Kevlar and a sidearm
Spent my nights investigating the dead
From the end of a bottle

It's a rolling wheel
Leaving a chill into the sun
Miss that dirt road down the lane

Four years undercover
A couple cartel men tried to kill me
Took three rounds in my side
Didn't go to heaven

It's a rolling wheel
Leaving a chill into the sun
Miss that dirt road down the lane

I asked for transfer
Saw something I couldn't unsee
A man who injected himself with bleach
For microwaving his kid

It's a rolling wheel
Leaving a chill into the sun
Miss that dirt road down the lane

Ended up in Montana
Where crime still has no passion to it
I drink more now than before
A casualty of war