If I believed in karma, I might not sleep at night.
If I believed in honor, I might not join the fight.
If I believed in God and country, I might ask a question.
But I don’t believe in anything, but getting home on the next connection.
Marching to Fallujah, gonna bring it down.
Marching to Fallujah, level with the ground.

Slept in my gear last night, never took off my vest.
They say they’ve got the advantage y’all, the sun sets in the West.
Well, it’s ashes to ashes and sand to sand, my time is trickling down,
If I can make it through this week alive, I might turn my glass around.
Marching to Fallujah, gonna bring it down.
Marching to Fallujah, level with the ground.

Just step over that heap boy, breathe deep and don’t get riled.
That’s no child’s mother now, that’s no mother’s child.
What happens in Fallujah, stays in Fallujah, no tongue can tell.
Never been so far from Geneva, never been so close to Hell.
Marching to Fallujah, gonna bring it down.
Marching to Fallujah, level with the ground.