New Harlem Shuffle

It's not the end
 Forget what I said that fucking letter says
 I'm not going over
 I'm not crossing oceans for them
 It's not defense
 And I won't let the business of making new soldiers
 Roll over our making promises
 We'll tell them
 That I was only joking
 When I said all those things
 I swore I meant at the time
 Either joking or lying
 So better the stateside than brave the great desert divide
 The whole ride over, I was growing wings
 And better the road stretched out ahead than the cheap threat of me stretched out dead
 What's do think over? Just grab your fucking things
 There'll be no statewide searches
 For some AWOL stateside kid like me
 I swear it'll just be a few weeks
 Of hotel rooms and diner foods, or face the new American exchange
 Of one rifle for every wife I'll lose
 Listen, I've been thinking that we'll take all we've got
 And I can dodge the draft and you can quit your job
 And we'll make these fuckers catch me if they want me
 They'll find me a fighter after all
 So better the stateside than brave the great desert divide
 Sound the sirens for a long drive
 Better the days in for weeks than the days away in the desert streets
 So sound the psalms of retreat