In the first week of April 2001
A man on the corner was calling me son
We’ll pay for your college, you’re set when you’re done
Because there’s always a job for an army of one

In the first week of April 2002
I caught a bullet outside of Kabul
They fished it out, sewed me up, just like brand new
And sent me back out there for round number 2

In the first week of April 2003
I was rolling through sandstorms and no one could see
In the back of a Bradley, at the front of a breeze
That blew into Baghdad and can’t seem to leave

In the first week of April 2004
They say it’s all over, but it still looks like war
You can’t tell who’s friendly and you can’t know the score
When you’re fighting the ones that you came to fight for

In the first week of April 2005
Priority One is just staying alive
They shoot from the shadows, they hit you and hide
For each one we take down now there’s two more arrive

In the first week of April 2009
We rotated home for the very last time
But sweet home isn’t home, in my dreams, in my mind
I’m still back in Iraq, I’m still walking the line
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			     Thanks to cead1