Persuaded, paraded, inebriated, and down
Still aware of everything life carries on without
'Cause there's one too many faces with dollar sign smiles
Got to find the shortest path to the bar for a while
It seems everybody wants what someone else has
There's sorrow enough for all
Just go in any bar and ask
With a beer in each hand and a smile in between
All around's a world grown mean
When Uncle Sam called us up,
We hit that Eastern Sand,
Fought like Hell for three long years,
In that South Asian Land,
We met a few foreign ladies,
Drank a lot of Lukewarm beer,
oh I remember,
But tonight in this old Tuscan bar
You know what? Its so damn good to see you here.