Johnny joined the army
Signed up to fight the terrorists
Now he can't put down the terrors in his mind
He took a rank, took a belly full of bullet weight
Now it takes a pint of gin to sleep at night
He don't talk about what went down in the desert
He just talks to the pictures on the wall
You can cover up the smell with lilac and vinegar
But his bones rattle when he talks
Like he's livin in a grave
Like he's dyin for a resurrection
But there ain't a pill to kill the pain
Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away
He's just holdin on
He's just holdin on til he can let go
Sally makes his coffee, measures out the medicine
Still waitin on the VA on the phone
Yeah she's been livin in his tomb since he came home from the Army
She might as well be livin there alone
They went to church last sunday and heard the story one more time
About how the good lord he died and rose again
Well the good lord must be missin
Cause he sure as hell ain't listenin
And every day gets harder to pretend
Like she ain't livin in a grave
Like she ain't dyin for a resurrection
But there ain't a pill to kill the pain
Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away
Yeah she's just holdin on
Yeah she's just holdin on til she can let go
Like they're livin in a grave
Like they're dyin for a resurrection
But there ain't a pill to kill the pain
Ain't nobody gonna roll the stone away