The Combat Zone

There is a place — for soldiers They CALL — the Combat Zone And it's been — the ruin of many a poor boy And GOD - I know I’m one My MOTHER — was a TAILOR SHE sewed — my new UNIFORM My FATHER — was a VETERAN Of a war — from before I was born Now the ONLY thing — a veteran needs Is some PILLS — and to be left alone And the ONLY time — we’ll be satisfied Is when we forget — what we've done Oh, MOTHER — tell your CHILDREN Not to DO — what I have DONE Spend your lives — in sin and pure misery In the land they call — the Combat Zone Well, I got — one foot in the foxhole Two hands — on my gun I’m aiming to kill — someone’s beloved son So I’m not — not the one that's mourned There is a place — for soldiers They call — the Combat Zone And it’s been — the ruin of many a family And God... I know mine’s one