BFP

Duty calls, but it's way too late
I'm too far gone
Waiting for God, oh hell
With my pants down
Crack the stash
Then be quiet in the midday sun
I miss my dog, and I miss my freedom

Blood for poppies

To lift the sun,
I've been sitting here all night long
Rolling rock, over Buddah with the longhorn
Got a hole, rip a pocket off my uniform
With the black watch boys
Get your heads down

Duty calls, but it's way too late
I'm too far gone
Waiting for God, oh hell
With my pants down
Crack the stash
Then be quiet in the midday sun
I miss my dog, and I miss my freedom