It was dredging down raw, no place like home, vietnam roared murder, and i was their drone.
The bullets whistled, loud and clear, making a run for it, but i didnt dare.
To much action, cant catch my breath, im thinking the other guys, got me into this mess.
Barry’s down, i heard one soldier yell, little did he know, he’s on his way to hell.
Hotter than hell, sticky as mud, boots stinking too, and believe me, it ain’t no fun..
Grenades getting close, smell of flesh burning raw, packing my rifle and i begin to draw..
Thinking about my home, and my baby girl and wife, if i just hold out, it’ll be alright,
They missed again, as i began my move, i know i can do it, as i run along the pits long groove..
Its up to me, i saw at second wind, cocky as i got, hopeing i didnt have to do it again..
Anger ran inside, dam these gooks, my men are dying and i felt a little boost.
Silence ran aloud, in the still of the night, little cricket moved and provoked a torchurious plight.
So confused inside, and no where to hide, i broke all calmness, and so i began to fight.
Running directly, my bullets fired high, this is a chance, and i hope i don’t die.
But went 1 man 2 man, and i believe they’re dead, these god dam gooks, ill bust their heads.
Adventurous Extremes 