If the tough guys call you chicken shit
And you are scared to death
If you are so lonely that
You can't even see yourself in the mirror - Kill yourself
Where'd you find so many friends and become
As man as a man can be?
Join the Army
No more you'll feel ill
"Search and Destroy" that's the spirit
All that moves you'll kill
Think of the great feeling when a
Concrete face General yells at you
Yes sir! May I lick your boots or
Does your highness use dry cleaning
When you play war he can play God and
Let repressed feelings out
Feel the satisfaction of that crooked
Speech disordered soul
Isn't it fun to cherish a big gun!
Reminds you of something you have small
Eating corn flakes every morning
Makes you strong and grow so tall
If you wanna be a good boy
You will kill enough
You got yourself a piece of iron
Reputation you're tough
That goes on in your mind
No decisions for you to make
You're not here to serve your native country
Just one pervert fruit cake
And you are scared to death
If you are so lonely that
You can't even see yourself in the mirror - Kill yourself
Where'd you find so many friends and become
As man as a man can be?
Join the Army
No more you'll feel ill
"Search and Destroy" that's the spirit
All that moves you'll kill
Think of the great feeling when a
Concrete face General yells at you
Yes sir! May I lick your boots or
Does your highness use dry cleaning
When you play war he can play God and
Let repressed feelings out
Feel the satisfaction of that crooked
Speech disordered soul
Isn't it fun to cherish a big gun!
Reminds you of something you have small
Eating corn flakes every morning
Makes you strong and grow so tall
If you wanna be a good boy
You will kill enough
You got yourself a piece of iron
Reputation you're tough
That goes on in your mind
No decisions for you to make
You're not here to serve your native country
Just one pervert fruit cake
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Writer / Scritta da: Janne Joutsenniemi
Album: No Anaesthesia!