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Gulf War Syndrome
by Grayson Drum
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Pack my beat up old mercury
Gastonia hospice won't be my fate
Except for my time in the corps, I've been a Carolina boy
And what the hell, I'd like to see the states
I hear Oregon's got death with dignity act
Because, I ain't getting hooked up to no machine
With my DNR taped to my cold wheel chair
In Gaston County on every drip of morphine
And I sure wish my kids would come see me
And damn all my pride, It's lonely without a call
I love them more than any tongue could ever tell
But, hindsight's the teacher of us all
Hindsight's the teacher of us all
I'll say Thank you for your service
Even if Washington still lies
And all of your suffering has been seen by God's eyes
If you got hit with a nerve gas bomb
When you were serving out on the front lines
And, they call it Gulf War Syndrome when you get home
It's a steep a Golgotha to climb
Terms are useless when the facts ain't straight
To describe a neurological condition
And It hard enough to get the doctors to speculate
But, here I look like a concentration camp victim
Could've blamed it on the water at Camp Lejeune
Could've filed for a little federal payment
But, I know the CIA won't rush to fess up
If the US sold the Saudi's that Chemical agent
I believe Jesus suffered on the cross
And I know to pick up mine everyday
But, my arms and legs are nailed to this hospital bed
Crown of thorns on my head for to lay
Crown of thorns on my head for to lay
I'll say Thank you for your service
Even if Washington still lies
And all of your suffering has been seen by God's eyes
If you got hit with a nerve gas bomb
When you were serving out on the front lines
And, they call it Gulf War Syndrome when you get home
It's a steep a Golgotha to climb
Spent ten years wasting to skin and bone
Thank God Jimmy, put me up, he saw me through
I've been left here to die with warfare ALS
What the hell else, am I going to do
So, If you're going blind and you're losing your mind
You had to fight the VA on every damn thing
I can't help but take the time to remember
The loved ones who died at home as Persian Gulf War marines
The loved ones who died at home as Persian Gulf War marines
Pack my beat up old mercury
Gastonia hospice won't be my fate
Except for my time in the corps, I've been a Carolina boy
And what the hell, I'd like to see the states
I hear Oregon's got death with dignity act
Because, I ain't getting hooked up to no machine
With my DNR taped to my cold wheel chair
In Gaston County on every drip of morphine
And I sure wish my kids would come see me
And damn all my pride, It's lonely without a call
I love them more than any tongue could ever tell
But, hindsight's the teacher of us all
Hindsight's the teacher of us all
I'll say Thank you for your service
Even if Washington still lies
And all of your suffering has been seen by God's eyes
If you got hit with a nerve gas bomb
When you were serving out on the front lines
And, they call it Gulf War Syndrome when you get home
It's a steep a Golgotha to climb
Terms are useless when the facts ain't straight
To describe a neurological condition
And It hard enough to get the doctors to speculate
But, here I look like a concentration camp victim
Could've blamed it on the water at Camp Lejeune
Could've filed for a little federal payment
But, I know the CIA won't rush to fess up
If the US sold the Saudi's that Chemical agent
I believe Jesus suffered on the cross
And I know to pick up mine everyday
But, my arms and legs are nailed to this hospital bed
Crown of thorns on my head for to lay
Crown of thorns on my head for to lay
I'll say Thank you for your service
Even if Washington still lies
And all of your suffering has been seen by God's eyes
If you got hit with a nerve gas bomb
When you were serving out on the front lines
And, they call it Gulf War Syndrome when you get home
It's a steep a Golgotha to climb
Spent ten years wasting to skin and bone
Thank God Jimmy, put me up, he saw me through
I've been left here to die with warfare ALS
What the hell else, am I going to do
So, If you're going blind and you're losing your mind
You had to fight the VA on every damn thing
I can't help but take the time to remember
The loved ones who died at home as Persian Gulf War marines
The loved ones who died at home as Persian Gulf War marines
