Oil & Opium

I turned eighteen 2001
Put down my pen, picked up a gun
I traveled towards the risin' sun
Land of oil and opium
At night I think of things I’ve done
Sometimes I wonder just who won
We blew that place to kingdom-come
And all for oil or opium
God, won’t you save my soul?
I feel I’m fallin' down this deep, dark hole
I lose my equilibrium
My heart, it pounds just like a drum
All through my head, I hear a hum
Sound of oil and opium
You’ll turn this page from back to front
Put down this pen, picked up my gun
God, don’t you send another son
To die for oil or opium