Six foot nurse, six inch needle- standard issue
must get the hell out of Mogadishu
side-tracked with other patients as I walked straight out the door
Took the first train out of Somalia
the only worry now is my hernia
left behind the madhouse and all the hysteria
So I'm leaving on that freight train
not too sure when I'll be sane again
aggrivated by the moaning of two women in labor
In the back of my mind that place still looms
at night we got locked up in our rooms
at day were forced to watch re-runs of old cartoons
But I'm leaving on a steamboat
on the Nile sitting next to a dirty goat
I feel its flees jumping onto me
Along the way a bullfrog well-under fed
with a rubber spoon strapped to his head
asked me to join in a game of leap with his uncle Ned
But I'm leaving in a small plane
eight man Cessna left on the runway
just took off and now I have to pee
The next day I wandered near the front of a liquor store
witnessed 2 lunatics lifting a bottle walking out the door
I seized them straight away and to the clinic's admitting floor
And now I'm leaving in a motor car
we arrived around five in Kandahar
Americans sending scud missiles from afar
In Pakistan I seen my deceased mother
it must be her because there is no other
she said 'stay in town or else you'll blow my cover..'
But I'm leaving, think I'll just walk
toward a quiet place, any place away from the flock
...must sit down, now there's something in my sock
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