Lyrics:

At the end of the war
They put down their swords
And wiped off the blood
And shook off the mud
And held onto each other
And cried for their mothers
Till all you could see
Were men on their knees
Is this what it means
To be free
I need ketamine
For the PTSD
Pulled out pictures of their sweethearts
And worn out postcards
In trenches... of broken bodies
And everyone was wrong
And the cities were gone
And somebody broke bread
But nobody got bombed
Is this what it means
To be free
I need ketamine
For the PTSD
'Cause all of the scenes
Are still haunting me
I need ketamine
For the PTSD