Keep off the grass
The camp was as still as a painted ship
No sea was calmer than that ring of hills
All life was confined to this little strip
Crazy weather had most men popping pills
Way out in a spot forgotten by time
A freaked-out bunch of grunts sat on their ass
Playing cards for a fistful of dimes
They was telling us keep off of the grass
There was nothing to look for ’cept the mail
Which was delivered without the speed
Zapped-out heads began seeing things as tail
Took night patrols to keep from going to seed
Some turned turtle while some became candid
All over camp flowers freaked out the brass
No one had a hang-up that could be hid
And they wanted us to keep off the grass
Some freaks frothed cold turkey worse than the blues
Talk of peace fading with the rounding moon
The brass had their nose wedged tight in their booze
If tomorrow came it would be too soon
The enlisted men were out of their class
Nothing for it but to graze on that grass
Just one way to head time off at the pass
And they keep telling us keep off the grass
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