I'm just another drunken soldier
Fighting the war until it's over
I'd rather have peace but I know
I won't see it anywhere
Anywhere I go
So lift up your glass and pour another round
It might be the last before we end up underground
And if there's anything at all left of us
Before too long it'll all turn to dust
I'm just another weary traveler
Passing through this way again
My feet are tired but my brain is wired
My boots wore out their tread
The colonel says that the enemy is right around the bend
Gripping my rifle tight as the road runs red
The moment is upon me, or is it in my head
But then I squeeze the trigger tight and pump em full of lead
I'm just another drunken soldier