Here in the trenches the fist of the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased
With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death
It's American soil I hope for at best

But the duty I serve can't begin [bad word] To my ancestors battles and wars through the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in [bad word] 
Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place I call [bad word] I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it's all that I have
Work on and on with nothing to show
But a graying face in this dying place
Thats a lock in my solitude

I think of a place on a faraway coast
Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast
cloudy dark images of a middle east [bad word] down and wrecks my hopeful thought

Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place I call [bad word] I long for that corner I once knew so well

Here in the trenches the fist of the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased
With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death
It's American soil I hope for at best

But the duty I serve can't begin [bad word] To my ancestors battles and wars through the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in [bad word] 
Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred a place I call [bad word] I long for that corner I once knew so well