It's a Bomb

I was stuck in a dump, West Chicago, Detroit
with a girl who looked like Waylon Jennings
Had a permanent spot in the back of the bar
And my clothes smelled like I went extra innings
When in came a man with a contract in hand
and said “son if you’re looking to leave in a minute,
I can take you away, I can take you today
If you’re willing to fight and to kill for your pay.
It’s a bomb…

I went overseas and I raised holly hell
In the name of freedom and comfort and fame
I endured sand and heat, I had little to eat
For a mission that nobody quite understood
I returned with a medal for half of my foot
That was blown by a mine from some rag-top-no-good
I expected the world or at least gratitude
But got nothing from no-one and now I just think

It’s a bomb I think it’s a riot
I think it’s the best bloody time that I’ve had
Since I came back from the war
I think it’s a bomb, I think it’s a riot
I think that it’s karma catching up with me
Trying to settle the score

I applied for a job, one of those mini-marts
Where the food has a date and there’s cheap beer and wine
I got minimum wage behind a bullet proof glass
So the junkies and winos could not reach my ****
Every night I’d count down, until time to close down
After mopping the floor, after dimming the lights
I’d walk back to my street, somewhat relieved
I’d survived just another day thinking I’m having a

I expected much more, this is not what I planned
I had dreams and high hopes for a much better life
Maybe I wasn’t great or not even good
But if I could be better maybe I would
All I need is a break, all I need is a gap
I can bust through to get to a sunnier side
I want to leave this behind before I lose my mind
I just want to look back and say that I’m having a