Down On The Base

When I was home on Sky Hill Drive

Was electronically alive

But now I'm livin' in Vandenberg

So militarily absurd

When things are slow down on the base

We can shoot tear gas in the dummy's face

We can stick our bayonets in the ground

When the president comes, we'll stand around

He'll give a dollar for your fingers

Two dollars for your eyes

You pay the price of freedom, boy, so realize

Well, I guess I'll help in B.F. Nam

Teach 'em how to vote and how to bomb

My life's a small enough price to pay

To teach those commies American way

Now I'm layin' on my face

And the death explosions every place

I thought I heard the medic say, "He's blind"

I guess I'm next to stand in line

I'll get a dollar for my fingers

Two dollars for my eyes

I paid the price of freedom, now I realize

I could see the world's a better place if I could see at all

I hear my German Shepherd coming down the hall