He’s some kind of infantry stallion
10 feet-tall and loaded up with Valium
Well-medicated outside the wire
His hand’s steady, never holds the fire
They keep us all well medicated
While our free-will is being appropriated
We’re a pharmaceutical legion
Doped up beyond any kind reason
Just trying to stay numb
As we bake beneath the Iraqi sun
Everyone’s desperate to lose his senses
Eating up any pills that the doc dispenses
With our courage chemical
In our armored assault vehicle
We roll on down that desert road
Heedless to whether or not we explode
Chemically altered
We never really falter
Mindless drones
Like the Emperor’s clones
We take our medication
Practicing combat under sedation
It’s not a bad way to cope
At least if they give you some pretty good dope
I can’t complain
Luckily I’ve got this laser to help me aim
We just gotta hang on
Keep up the pills we’re on
We spend all day eating our nerves
The chemical cocktail that we’re served
When it’s all been done and said
At night when we’re alone in bed
At night when we can’t shut our eyes again
Then they’ll just give us some more Ambien
They keep us all well medicated
While our free-will is being appropriated
We’re a pharmaceutical legion
Doped up beyond any kind reason
Just trying to stay numb
As we bake beneath the Iraqi sun