I've been home about six months now And I still have my doubts I'm not sure how I got here Or how I'm gonna get out My Mama says I look the same As I did before I left But if she could see inside of me It would scare her to death I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my Sergeant screaming, "Run, Soldier, run." I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God, it weighed a ton I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Last Saturday they honored us In a small parade downtown When they shot off those fireworks I nearly hit the ground While they smiled and cheered for us All I could do was stare Cuz part of me is here at home And part of me's back there I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my Sergeant screaming, "Run, Soldier, run." I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God, it weighed a ton I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off Yeah there's no end in sight Cuz even though I'm home now I'm still fighting for my life I can still taste the powder From the barrel of my gun I can hear my Sergeant screaming, "Run, Soldier, run." I can feel the backpack on my shoulders God, it weighed a ton I see death in every single thought They taught me how to put that uniform on I just can't get it off