Like the beat beat beat of a gun butt
On some poor, scared Iraqi's door
Like the tick tick tock of a two dollar clock
In the I-E-D by the store
Like the drip drip drip of the I-V
When another battle is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating: You! You! You!

Night and day
You are the one
Only you are keeping me here and under the gun
Whether Baghdad or Tikrit
In a dusty camp or darkened street
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Why is it so?
Why can't you just swallow your pride and let us all go?
In the mortar fire's boom
In the shadow of a lonely tomb
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Deep in the heart of me
All this turmoil will roil and boil and always be part of me
You might sleep the whole night through
But I'm out here shedding my very life's blood for you

Day and night
Night and day...