Hay Doc:

What would you hear, Doc

If words came from me

If the end of this rope

Wasn’t tied to this tree

You say you trained

In the ways of the insane

You can tell us what’s

Going through our brains

We fought in your wars

For our country we’d die

Why treat us like children?

Why to us, do you lie

You tell us if we listen

We’ll be lead to the light

Taken from this darkness

To regain our clear sight

If we do what you tell us

A new person we’ll be

There’s no way we’d hang

Ourselves from this tree

Really you don’t know

You’re just playing around

The things you tell us

Won’t cut one of us down

So lie to yourself Doc about

All the blood on your hands

Then go report to your boss

You’ve done all you can