CAN'T BELIEVE I MISS THAT SHIT
John Nelson / Bonnie Bishop

You got your FUBARs and your SNAFUs
Your boring food and filthy boots
Your SOPS and your PCCs
Your additional duties and FRGs
Milspeck vests and full fingered gloves
And we signed up for all the above
Learning the meaning of the “voluntold”
Man all that stuff it gets really old
But I guess the whole point of this
Is I can’t believe I miss that shit

Like remember the time we drove our bikes to Vegas
Dressed like clowns because they made us
Put on those orange and yellow safety gear
You could have seen us from the stratosphere 
A pack of sharpies on the interstate
The desert heat hundred twenty-eight
The kind of memory you think you’d hate
But if you don’t know man you just wait
Cause the funny thing about it
Is I can’t believe I miss that shit

And it’s weird 
Cause you’re not supposed to feel that way
But good or bad it’s those memories I think of everyday

Yeah, like how about the time we got locked in the motor pool
Because out of eight thousand there was one damn fool
He lost his nods and they lost their minds
Shit like that happened all the time
They kept us there for seventy-two hours
It was mass punishment from senior powers
The toxic leaders and overreactions
All because of some minor infractions 
It felt like we were living in a pit
I can’t believe I miss that shit

Now irony is living in the barracks
And being given a seven-million-dollar tank
But you can’t have a microwave in your room
That would be a dangerous mistake
When the higher ups made up their dumb rules
We all got drunk and acted like fools
We bought a taser and zapped each other 
Cause you know in the Army that’s how you bond together
And I guess the whole point of this
I can’t believe I miss that shit

Oh, it’s weird 
Cause you’re not supposed to feel that way
Good or bad it’s those memories I think of every day 
And it’s weird 
Cause you’re not supposed to feel that way
Good or bad it’s those memories I think of every day

Combat is the greatest experience 
Because it’s terrifying and it’s real 
Stuck out in the middle of nowhere
At an outpost barely an acre square
And there’s mortars, bullets, and snipers galore
Hell, nowadays I miss nothing more
Cause you’ve never felt more alive 
Than after an IED that you’ve survived
And if I’d been ten steps back I’d be dead from it
And I guess that’s the whole point of this
I can’t believe I miss that shit

Yeah I guess the whole point of this
I can’t believe I still miss that shit

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