80 miles from Baghdad I killed my first man
3,000 miles from nowhere, away from my homeland
I didn't go there seeking weapons, for some foreign policy
It was the simple aid of another man, and that was good enough for me.
With one step they took away his life blown apart in front of me.
Left behind two sons now fatherless with no parade for victory.
It was then and there it happened, baptism by the blood of my best friend.
It was then and there decided it won't be me it will be them
Martyrs of men, they will be made in this godforsaken shit hole foreign land.
The phone rings in Ohio, Mom picks the line.
The news of her son wounded, She breaks down and cries.
Don't worry momma I'll be fine, the wounds, they keep me from my mind
Cause 80 Miles from Baghdad my soul got left behind.
80 miles from Baghdad, my soul got left behind.