Chasing Uncle Sam
Gimme a rhythm
Keep me in step
Grant me no freedom
I’ll do what you expect
Military rule
Keeps me in line
You play Uncle Sam
The role of Joe is mine
Basic training’s done
Move me along
Think I’m like the rest
And that’s where you are wrong
No one thinks like me
In this whole wheel
Of life which keeps turning
They know not how I feel
The rest are crazy
Wild at best
They’d kill for a chance
To slaughter all the rest
You understand me
And know how I feel
Pick me from the rest
‘cause these feelings are real
First date in Kabul
Then Iraq next
Lunch in Korea?
God save me from this mess!
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Mike A. | Year Posted 2010
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