My man my man take me back to the war
I want to live upon dry land not on this killing floor
Where all the dead they look like extras
Not folks I knew before
My man my man my man take me back to the war

There’s babies floating in my driveway
There’s gators crawling up on my roof
Dali’s got nothing on us nowadays
Everywhere I see the proof
I think they messed with my perception
I thought I knew the score
My man my man my man take me back to the war

I’m going to write up my own ticket
Do my dance down at the dome
Please don’t disturb me while i kick it
Gonna make myself at home
I’m going to add to my collection
And then I’ll scream for more
My man my man my man take me back to the war

Now don’t Fallujah look so pretty
from here upon our drownded shore
go hat in hand to the hind titty
to hear our pappy snore
there ain’t a dry eye in the building
when it rains it pours
My man my man my man take me back to the war

I’ll be the poobah up in Utah
I’ll be the man up in Spokane
I’ll be the neighbor makes you nervous way up in Michigan
But I’m not through, I’m just reloading
And I’m gonna count to four
My man my man my man take me back to the war