Lyrics:

I'm not done yet

120 soaking wet

A little piece of home

To hang your head upon

I like it



We've reached the middle somehow

Move onwards to the end, I'll get up when I'm ready

A little piece of home

To hang your head upon

I like it



Called me a soldier

And now they're passing me around

Wait 'till I'm older

Find me lying face down

A little piece of home

To hang your head upon

I like it