never been there is what i tell others
don't ever want to go back, i tell myself
the place a sandy war, touched with red
always a sense of self vanishing    bang
i know how to shoot a long long way
so do they, knowledge can be frightening
standing fighting trying not to win the bad
lottery, i drank and cursed and shook in fear
for 18 months, justifying that time in my mind
now, i just try not to hurt anybody