Marines are downed in an Afghan town
Where even with a map the locale can’t be found
Back at the place they call home
There’s no beer here for young soldiers
And it ain’t right No it ain’t right
So please help me bartender
I need a shot to kill
I need a shot to kill
This is an issue of the first order
It’s not a coup on some foreign border
It’s clear discrimination but does anyone feel bad?
No no no
It’s reckless government really gone MADD
And it ain’t right No it ain’t right
So please help me bartender
I need a shot to kill
I need a shot to kill
They own you by the day
Now they’ve strangled your nights
They say you’re too young You’ve got no rights
But they can find you a gun and send you off to die
See the black clouds Hanging in the sky
And it ain’t right No it ain’t right
So please fill one to the rim bartender
I need a shot to kill
I need a shot to kill
We think you can give your life
For our freedom
But you can’t drink a beer