The old man said, "Boy, you should have been there, back in '43.
We marched with 'Blood and Guts' and we whipped 'em fair and square!
We showed the world who was boss, and if you'd been there with me
You'd be proud to wave Ole Glory, and you'd damn sure cut your hair!"

I swallowed back the bile and calmly walked away.
His words had touched a part me that still smoldered deep.
There are those who brag of those they slaughtered in their day,
But god what I'd give for one full night of peaceful sleep.

How the hell does he know where I've been and what I've done?
I did what I had to do to keep myself alive!
Just to hold my boy again and watch the rising sun,
Not knowing where his mama's at or if she's still my wife!

For thirteen months I lived the lie that someone gave a damn,
There was a god somewhere, that what I did was right.
And so I killed and killed again and tried to forget about what I am.
And somewhere in the battle lust I lost the lust for life.....

I couldn't sit and wait for the one that has my name
So I volunteered for LRRP, went and searched the bastards out.
I left 'em where I found 'em with no way to hide their shame.
They found the hard way what love is all about!

I couldn't lock and load til I was fired upon;
Politicians played their games and TV told it's tale.
They thought that they could cheat me if they took away my gun,
But I left a trail of blood that a blind man could trail.

My buddies called me Two Step 'cause my blade was swift and sure.
Soaked in human blood was the way I counted coup.
Hand to hand combat always left me feeling pure....
That way I could tell myself, "Buddy, it was me or you!"

Yeah, I still have the nightmares but I lived to walk away,
Satisfied I did my best to make the world a better place.
Then I came back to the World and went to hell that very day
When a woman called me Baby Killer and a man spit in my face.

How the hell do they know where I've been and what I've done?
I did what I had to do to keep myself alive!
Just to hold my boy again and watch the rising sun,
Not knowing where his mama's at or if she's still my wife!

For thirteen months I lived the lie that someone gave a damn,
There was a god somehere, that what I did was right.
And so I killed and killed again, and tried to forget what I am.
And somewhere in the battle lust I found the lust for life......