Randy asked the question:
We went over there and proudly served.
We never ran and hid.
We’d try lots of things when we got unnerved,
But why’d we say it don’t mean nuthin’ when it really did?

and Boon replied:
’Cause the visions were real and the blood ran red
couldn’t live with thoughts of our buddies dead
so we blanked it out, buried them alive
thousand yard stare is how we survived

Didn’t mean nuthin’ to us then,
forgot where we were and where we’d been
smoked Bangkok gold, drank tiger ****
who you didn’t know you wouldn’t miss

Don’t mean nuthin’ was the way of war
bagged ‘em up and shoved ‘em in the chopper door
The chopper flew away, we shed no tears
Don’t mean nuthin’ was our crutch - hid our fears

It’s not that we didn’t care
It’s just that nobody wanted us there
when we returned from hell to the USA
Our buddies were gone but the blank stare stayed

We fought our war and lived our lives
Coffee still cost’s ninety and five
Medals on our chest, the hurt still stings
’til they put a flag on our casket it won’t mean a thing.

Don’t mean a thing Bro; don’t mean a thing…