A morphine addled darkness covered Baghdad through to Andrews In a flash of white the sirens fled down Georgia Avenue The liberator's welcome wasn't all that we had hope for The victory wreaths that waited, less impressive than they seemed. An olive branch from the wrong end of an AK-47 Blew me and Jake a one-way pass out of Mr. Cheney's dream.
And they prayed for me at Walter Reed But Jake he won't grow older the curtain fell before the final scene In God we trust. Thank God it wasn't me Trade a purple heart for a walk on part There in Mr. Cheney's dream.
Poor boys have to take a chance and me and Jake we were buddies When we left Oklahoma we had stars that were in our eyes From FortSill to Fallujah hell the Chinooks drowned the mortar The seed of passion planted made it hard to not believe but shattered bones, and severed limbs are all smiling in the mirror Just a number not a soldier after Mr. Cheney's dream.
And they prayed for me at Walter Reed No tears for the fallen soldier the curtain fell before that final scene In God we trust. Why couldn't it be me? Just a number not a soldier here in Mr. Cheney's dream.
