These gaping hole don't hurt no more
I don't even feel the pain
I numbed it with some bottled scotch
They don't hurt no more

I told the doc to take them out and lo
He did as he said, took them out of my head!
I don't feel 'em no more
The doc said he'd take them out like a cork

I don't remember what was that made them hurt so
Probly the **** grenade and dirt and metal
Maybe I got hit? But Laud, son, I don't feel a thing
Not anywhere in my head, or anywhere else

I don't hurt no more, and I gave my eyes to see the end of this war
'Corse none them guys know that I did
But they'll know when I go that I'm letting them know
It's time to put down the gun and drink up