I ain’t goin’ back to Iraq
I made up my mind
I’m on the right track
I’m staying right here
In the country I love
I’m tired of laying
Face down in the mud

I ain’t goin’ back to Iraq
So tell Uncle Sam
I ripped up his contract
They’re lining their pockets
We line up in graves
I’d rather stay home
And make minimum wage

I ain’t goin’ back to Bagdad
Dreams of glory
Is all that we had
I used to be angry
I’d shoot to kill
But dreams became nightmares
And gave me the chills

I ain’t goin’ back to Fallujah
I left that place
And cried hallelujah
We raided the palace
In search of the loot
And all that I got
Was some sand in my boots

I ain’t goin’ back to Iraq
I’m falling to pieces
There’s no turning back
I can’t force another
To see things my way
So in California
Is where I shall stay