It's not the end
Forget what I said
That fucking letter says
I'm not going over
I'm not crossing oceans for them
It's not defense
And I wont let the business of making new soldiers
Roll over our making promises
We'll tell them
That I was only joking
When I said all those things
I swore I meant at the time
Either joking or lying
So better the stateside
Than brave the great desert divide
The whole ride over I was growing wings
And better the road stretched ahead
Than the cheap threat of me stretched out dead
What's to think over?
Just grab your fucking things
They'll be no statewide searches
For some AWOL stateside kid like me
I swear it'll just be a few weeks
Of hotel rooms and diner food
Or face the new american exchange
Of one rifle for every wife I'll lose
Listen, I've been thinking
That we'll take all we've got
And I can dodge the draft
And you can quit your job
And we'll make these fuckers catch me if they want me
They'll find me a fighter after all
So better the stateside
Than brave the great desert divide
Sound the sirens for a long drive
Better the days in for weeks
Than the days away in the desert streets
So sound the psalms of retreat