I was army mechanic, I worked with the men I worked on my back, I tried to fit in Torque wrenches and ratchets, multi-meters and scales Grease on my face, grease on my hands, grease under my nails It was so hard to see 'til it attacked But my enemy wasn't Iraq Soldiers bartered and traded, that's the way our world works Trading favors for favors in the sand and the dirt What I wouldn't give them they'd try to take And when I refused them they made me pay It was so hard to see 'til it attacked But my enemy wasn't Iraq ♪ I stood my ground, I didn't give in I drew a line again and again When they whistled and whispered When the wind kicked up dust I looked to the sky, asked the lord why I had no one to trust It was so hard to see 'til it attacked But my enemy wasn't Iraq A salute and a wink, a little pat on the back My enemy wasn't Iraq