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