H.D.U.I. (Honorary Discharge Under The Influence)

I was down in the sunset, hadn't eaten lunch yet

Up on my soapbox, in front of a coffee shop

Runnin' my mouth about the war in Iraq

When a G.I., right behind my back, said

Don't care who told you

Don't care what you're selling

But you don't know how bad it is

Oh no you don't know how bad it is

'Cuz I was down in the desert on my second tour

I didn't want to do the third

But I wanted to be sure

That I got my G.I. bill when I would return

So I grabbed the bottle

And let the rubber burn

We were waiting for orders

But new orders never came

Only to patrol that old refinery in shame

With no sense of purpose on an idle soldier's mind

I went left, right, left

And I stumbled on down the line