We was part of the slaughter they called Desert Storm
We maimed and we murdered
In the name of "Norm"
Now As civilian and purpose I lack
I'm getting ready to go back to Iraq !
you're over there we're I'm over here
We had lasagna and plenty of beer
Learning the tools and the tricks of the trade
then I come home and I can't get laid
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
I'M BACK!
You taught me how to kill
You pumped me full of drugs
How can you wonder
Why I became a thug ?
Raining death on people
Firing into crowds
Over there I got a big bright medal
But here it's not allowed
I'm going
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
I'M BACK!
now i'm on the streets - I look like a slob
My skin is corroding - I can't get a job
I did my duty - I served my nation
Now I can't even afford medication
You dirty bastards you made me this way
But I'm locked and loaded - now you'll have to pay
Back to Iraq and my life is a wreck
I wanna kill the President
But I'll settle for a check
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
Back to Iraq !
I'M BACK, YEAH!