I was seventeen in 1983.
Dropped out of school
And joined the infantry.
In jungles and bars
I learned to be a man.
1980's Panama was a wild lawless land.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
Had a lot of late nights of excess and sin
Lot of bloody fist fights
Felt like home, I fit in.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
In the end all I have are dusty memories,
Almost like a dream filled with insanity.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
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I was seventeen in 1983.
Dropped out of school
And joined the infantry.
In jungles and bars
I learned to be a man.
1980's Panama was a wild lawless land.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
Had a lot of late nights of excess and sin
Lot of bloody fist fights
Felt like home, I fit in.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
In the end all I have are dusty memories,
Almost like a dream filled with insanity.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
Dropped out of school
And joined the infantry.
In jungles and bars
I learned to be a man.
1980's Panama was a wild lawless land.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
Had a lot of late nights of excess and sin
Lot of bloody fist fights
Felt like home, I fit in.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
F*cked a lot of hookers,
I drank to crush the fear.
Riots, combat zones...
How I spent my senior year.
In the end all I have are dusty memories,
Almost like a dream filled with insanity.
Violence seemed pervasive,
It always f*cking worked.
When it starts to go bad
You might as well be first.
Writer: HARRY PAUL WEBB, JACKSON VERT, NATHAN HOGG, RYAN YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY NETWORK
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY NETWORK
Performed By: Eyes Of The Lord
Length: 2:19
Written by: HARRY PAUL WEBB, JACKSON VERT, NATHAN HOGG, RYAN YOUNG