Paid Not A Dime
I paid not a dime for the package they,
tossed, and they threw it at me with a flip
They've got them assorted for everyone's need,
they thought, with a smile on their lip
Got grenades and rockets and bullets and mines
No need to send money, they'll send them on time
Don't know where they got em, they got em galore
But I do know they sent em, they've sent em before
I paid not a dime for my trip over here
Nor did I expect what I get
They sent them to me
My friends the VC
On days I would rather forget
But it flashed through my mind, as they came in this time
You have purchased some pain, for less than a dime
I got a dimes worth of power, no man should create,
They had a dimes worth of pain, in their hand
A dimes worth of misery, destiny, fate
The wisest cannot understand
For a dimes worth of power, that season
Lost both my legs, for some reason
Left most of them there on that bloody old hill
And I could be lying there still
Thank God for the hands of our Corpsman
For SGT Marsh
From Doc Casey 2005
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