Lyrics

I got my ass shot off in Pickett's charge
they only asked us boys to run a thousand yards
right into the cannon spittin shrapnel all around
I ran five hundred yards before they cut me down

I got my ass shot off at Gettysburg
today my soul came back, soarin like a bird
I went to the very spot I lay my body down
there was a soda can rustin on the ground

they got a motel six and a hot dog stand
you can buy a t-shirt or a big foam hand
there's bars where you can drink and misbehave
you can take a guided tour and dance upon my grave

I got my ass shot off in Pickett's charge
they only asked us boys to run a thousand yards
right into the cannon spittin shrapnel all around
I ran five hundred yards before they cut me down

I got my lungs burned out in a trench up at Ypres
just across from a German boy, he died same as me
we met in no man's land and wondered what to do
when this British corpse said, let's hang out and wait for WWII

I froze to death somewhat north of Panmunjom
right across from Chinese guy, he was already gone
but we both heard the devils say, hey this will make you laugh
now that you both killed yourselves, we're gonna cut the place in half

Well, I got my legs vaporised in Viet Nam
fell right on a French boy, he'd lost both his hands
we sat and watched Ms. Universe get crowned up in Na Trang
went and got some KFC in downtown Da Nang

I was blown up by a roadside bomb in Afganistan
my pieces fell on a Russian boy still rotting in the sand
we shook hands in glasnost and had the standard chat
about the things that we would change
if we could take it back

you have to understand, there's many millions of us here
unifoms from every land, the lands that we held dear
are layin in pile now, they ain't much use
once you see how things turn out and you call yourselves a truce

the battle grounds are covered up with weeds and suveniers
the livin just don't care about the weapons and the fears
and dead men learn to thier dismay that they were just the seeds
planted for a bumper crop of dead men and their deeds

in my next life I think I will refuse
ya'll go ahead and hate me, what do I have to loose
when you come to draft me, brothers, you'll be out of luck
I'll not take another life so you can make a buck

I got my ass shot in Pickett's Charge
they only asked us boys to run a thousand yards
right into the cannon spittin shrpnel all around
I ran five hundred yards before they cut me down
I ran five hundred yards and then they cut me down