We was part of the slaughter they called Desert Storm We maimed and we murdered in the name of "Norm" Now As civilian and purpose I lack I'm getting ready to go back to Iraq! you're over there we're I'm over here We had lasagna and plenty of beer Learning the tools and the tricks of the trade then I come home and I can't get laid Back to Iraq! I'M BACK! You taught me how to k** You pumped me full of d** How can you wonder Why I became a thug? Raining d**h on people Firing into crowds Over there I got a big bright medal But here it's not allowed I'm going Back to Iraq! I'M BACK! now I'm on the streets - I look like a slob My skin is corroding - I can't get a job I did my duty - I served my nation Now I can't even afford medication You dirty ba*tards you made me this way But I'm locked and loaded - now you'll have to pay Back to Iraq and my life is a wreck I wanna k** the President But I'll settle for a check Back to Iraq! I'M BACK, YEAH!