Tunnel Rats - Pessimist

Fire in the hole!

Waiting for the blast

Vibrations in the earth

Before the smoke can clear I’m diving underground

Searching through the dark I hunt the Vietcong

Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my lungs

Morality is gone… to kill is to survive

Morality is gone… to kill is to survive

Drive my body forward knowing what I’ll find

Drive my body forward through this passage to hell

I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste

Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim

Thunderous exchange, reeling from the pain

Twisting on the ground, tasting my own blood

People running by, they don’t try to help

I’m afraid to die… so afraid to die!

So afraid to die

This cannot be true

People running by, thinking I have died

People running by leaving me to die

Casualty of war

Body on the pile

I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul up to this hell

Flashing back from hell, returning to the world

Hearing my own screams tearing through the night

Clutching at my chest, my fingers trace the scars

Somehow I’ve got to end these visions in my head

Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth

Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth

Somehow I’ve got to end visions in my head

Fought so many years, this war for sanity

I cannot go on this ends for me today