Song Lyrics

Was born, Jeremy Hinzman, Rapid City
South Dakota, I still miss you
I bought war cards as a kid
I never knew mom or why she did what she did
I went to Fort Bragg, Benning, too
Yeah, we don't know why we do what we do
It's just breathe, trigger, squeeze

I was trained to kill
kill we will
In the 82nd Airborne we exceed the standard (of soldiering)
And my hands they'd shake with adrenaline
We'd shoot at circles until they grew legs
Six weeks later we'd be shooting at men
Just breathe, trigger, squeeze
Yeah, I could shoot thirty-six out of forty
Oh, but I'm not studying war no more
No, I'm not going back to Rapid City

We left Anzio Base Housing
With the dishes in the sink, Nga, and Liam
I'm a bike courier in Toronto now,
I got a secret that I can't tell
My conscience is making me a criminal
And my hands, they shake with the Peridol
I asked Allah and I asked God's Son, "What's freedom worth if it's bought with a gun?"
breathe, trigger, squeeze
A voice inside of me said, "I'm not studying war no more"
No, I'm not going back to Rapid City

Was born, Jeremy Hinzman, Rapid City
South Dakota, I still miss you

John David Brooks