Comes the Rooster.

Ain't found a way to kill me yet

Eyes burn with stinging sweat

Seems every path leads me to nowhere,

Wife and kids household pet

Army green was no safe bet

The bullets scream to me from somewhere, 

Here they come to snuff the rooster

 here come the rooster, 

You know he ain't gonna die

No,, you know he ain't gonna die.

Walkin' tall machine gun men

They spit on me in my home land

Gloria sent me pictures of my boy,

Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death

My buddy's breathing his dyin' breath

Oh God please won't you help me make it through!

 You don't know he ain't gonna die?

No, you know he ain't gonna die

poetry by Jerry Cantrell