Uncle Sam's spare room

When you feel like life is going nowhere and you don’t know what to do or where to go

Head on down to the recruiting station boy and we'll tell yam everything you need to know

Are you lost and feel incomplete with the fair weather friends that are bringing you down

Well join the army and get new friends and travel the world going from town to town

Uncle Sam had a spot with just his name on it with a bed and guns and friends made well

All they ask are you doing whatever they say whenever they say or you’re on quick sale

This proverbial Middle Eastern sandbox was not the sort to display sand castles or fun

Everybody constantly on the defensive sweating in full battle rattle frying in the hot sun

As he lay resting against a dirty rafter in the attic of an abandoned building rifle ready

Propped upon the window frame he took a deep breath in and silently whispered steady

Looking down the cold iron he spots 4 creatures eagerly seeking to make Americans dead

They turn over carts and pillage empty rooms for the prize of owning a GIs severed head

He takes note of the room and all of its belongings a bed and a light and as familiarities linger

Hanging half burned are those red and white stripes accompanied only by a long pointy finger

Burned is the picture but if memory serves is this the spare bedroom he reluctantly deserves

Long gone is his hope only stress in his nerves his thought train tricky and dishelmed in curves

Pointy is the finger of his great uncle Sam and pointy is the gun he holds steady in his hand

5 bullets left he has no room for mistake these 4 ugly creatures at his hand to meet fate

How did he get here he says with a croak as that very same minute those creatures did cloak

He eyed the whole area and lay in dismay all the while wondering what Uncle Sam did say

Dismissing his thoughts suggestive or not he bolted for the door not a moment to stop

Up to the stairs ever higher he climbed stumbling forward like a matrix in time

Gravity has slowed as he stood over the peak of these stairs to a door he did know to seek

Upon crossing the threshold a playground he found fallen the angels lay dead on the ground