He brought the war home with him

Still got sand in his boots

He's wrestling with the demons in the cold hard truth

As some may write about him he came back different

Something in his eyes said hed seen to much

Something in his legs said hed had enough

Heroes everybody needs heroes

Even heroes need a little help

Heroes can't always be heroes

Whos gonna save the hero from himself

Got a picture from Bagdad of him and his buddies

And his horsing around getting ready

One by one he watched em die

Just scared kids and he don't know why

He's the only one to make it out alive

Ten thousand clicks away in his head

He can smell the smoke he could smell the dead

Silver Star and a pistol in a drawer

**** just ain't working no more