Got [bad word] by the first volley
Of the war in the corps
Never held my service

Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No one serves coffee, no one wakes up

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

I can see the lines open shutters
And the leaves flocked on a grid
That's what they made my hero say
But nothin' gets me off [bad word] 
Then when you put it down
Ten feet down in the ground
Call and response, negative home

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me
Dad they broke me

Stop breathin', stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad they broke me