welcome home kid, good job being a murderer

it smells like cat piss right in here
and i hate cat piss at this time of year
merry x mas john you're dad is dead
and by the way your wife fucked all your friends
while you stared down the barrel of a rifle into the eyes of a starving child
everyone smiled
i wanted to see the grand cnyon at sundown
so i rode a roller coaster that spit fired around the planet
loopty loops and round and rounds
g forces and upside downs
i did not mean to tell anyone i was headed back north
back and forth
with new tattoos and saggin shorts
a compassionate dork who sucked ass at sports
as far as god is concerned i'm  still just a piece of lint
bad news but not in print not the intent
i'll never be another one of the boys
holy water and choirs
just make me tired
don't ask me stupid questions if you don't want me to be a liar
satire in a trash fire
stuck in the quagmire
ambulances got no spares and always get flat tires
i know a vampire
with a firearm
i know a tibetan monk with an anxiety problem
if the only way to save my soul was to let my loved ones go?
i'd be born again a thousand times
a thousand rhymes and she still sleeps in the pines
these people so see through
with their good to meet you and nice to see yous'
but they don't know about
the rounds that penetrated your vehicle
and killed 2 out of 3 of you
they just buy you a beer or two
and start talkin that smack
welcome home though we're glad you're back
"that had to be a trip in iraq"