We fight who wins war kills were dead they lie we die and then were dead
A one way ticket to Wilshire Blvd. Another trip into the V.A
Twenty five years today, live to fight another day
Gonna disappear and never come back again
A flashback to 67' and it's a crime that it happened
It's a crime that you quit and then disappeared its a crime you were lost and no one knew where you were
Nothing is the same since you've been gone, since you've been gone
In Babylon the streets we walk on, it's like Saigon where we got our dope on
Telling war stories on the porch on the eastside in the old neighborhood
The voices in your head are from the living and the dead try to shake them off but the devil wins instead.
A classical guitar, a pipe organ, a motorcade, and flowers for the dead.
It started out in 96' all the black and all the fade
All those days were dark I remember never seeing the sun or the color of jade
Those days so short so grim but what an impression that was made
Orion in the sky now a street f*cking soldier with his switchblade
Gone but not forgotten, Orion far beyond the grave