Perhaps I should have written a screenplay A suspense thriller about a troubled young man who learns to make a bomb Or the brave and dashing investigator who tracks him down Or maybe I could have starred in an action packed movie of the week About an American who brings the president Saddam's head on a silver platter With nothing more than selfless determination and good ole American know how But that's not my story No, I'm the neighbor boy who used to babysit your kids Until Uncle Sam taught me how to kill I'm the one you wore those stupid yellow ribbons for And now you want me dead I'll admit that I deserve it At least as much as any of us who pulled the triggers and pushed the buttons In that CNN satellite feed live action video game in the Gulf I'm just a casualty of a new war Yeah, so I'm the Benedict Arnold of the new revolution Captured at the battle of Oklahoma City But don't kid yourselves, I ain't alone�or the last one And Waco ain't the only place our troops were training Funny though how calling a prisoner of war a terrorist changes things Maybe I shoulda been a drug lord Then I'd just be doin' time with Noriega But nah, I've got a cause and so I'll pay the price Just call it an acceptable loss� I just wonder if my blood will quench your thirst Go ahead, drink your fill, my death is with honor But you better wait until the bill gets through Congress Or you'll be draping my casket with a flag and remembering me on Veteran's Day You can take that away, but you can't stop The full para-military honors that will accompany my death And isn't it ironic how some medical "professionals" Will conveniently forget the Hippocratic Oath for a day? So they can put the IV in my arm and shove the poison in my vein If I could have a final wish it would be this; Let Dr. Kevorkian be present when it happens That way I won't be the only one in the room With any integrity left

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