Archive for December, 2009

Just Tell me that I’m Coming Home

December 27, 2009

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Just Tell me that I’m Coming Home

I just got my orders
To head overseas
Well, I will get right on it
At your service, KMD

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me Jesus loves me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

I signed up to guard my family
And watch them in their sleep
Politicians mocked my uniform
And sent me to Tikrit

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me Jesus loves me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

When I asked my sergeant,
“Can we go home some time?”
He just said, “Stay frosty
And toe the f—ing line!”

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me that Jesus me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

I’ll drink whiskey and dance a tango
When I get back to town
Don’t reckon that will happen
Before the leaves turn brown

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me that God loves me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

I could get my head blown off
Or come home with a stump
Or KBR could fry my balls
Next time I take a dump

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me that God loves me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

I’ve seen buddies blown to bits
I’ve heard children cry
For parents who ain’t coming back
But who can tell me why?

Don’t tell me that I’m fighting
For peace and liberty
And the future of the Free World
It all depends on me
Don’t tell me Jesus loves me
For going over there
Just tell me that I’m coming home
That’s all I wanna’ hear

by Richard W. Bray

An Excellent Place to Meet Losers

December 20, 2009

An Excellent Place to Meet Losers

Somehow the blue and the bluer
Straggled on in from the street
This place might not look like a sewer
But it reeks with the stench of defeat

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

There’s plenty of cursin’ and fussin’
But at least we all can agree
The most suitable barroom discussion:
The drunk who’s more worse off than me

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

Don’t ask me just how I got here
I don’t like to live in the past
I’m happy so long as I got beer
I’m certain this won’t be my last

Such an
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

So if you are looking for sinners
Grasping at bottles and straws
Or hopelessly gossiping grinners
And people who broke every law

Check out this
Excellent place to meet losers
And guys who abandoned their wives
And staggering babbling bruisers
And people who screwed up their lives

by Richard W. Bray