[Mad We act on instinct Survival of the Invade camp, then set up a perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, your residence from the President to document this evidence Company commander, this is my version of scars from carving out shards of shrapnel Attacking passion, the movement of murderous intimate In hand to hand combat or atomic that disintegrate Let me reiterate, in a of neurosis A to kill, plus an expert with explosives Assult forces, feel the shell Section sounds great, give me a cell block As sure as hells hot, I'd rather go down, jungle fatigue, guerrilla warfare On watch, think about the bullets dodged Light a smoke and post it up for the night in
"Military Minded"
I make my face stick with paint Todays the dawn of the insect Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer There's danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my We hate them all, that's why we made the eight The milk and water tastes typhoid and protocall Sleep deprivation, magic carpet bombing Talking to my gas mask, walking the thin red line You're tuned in to NBC The channel that you get is from my M-16 Unlace my boots and place my I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than I am of the I'm in the shitbox, Alfred Hitchcock Five minutes later I'm bleeding out my box I see the witch doc, he says it's grains Dropped from airplanes, with anthrax Peking, take the ground back It's found in rats And in the toilet paper in your ruck sack Agent N, X, before fade to black
"Military Minded"