[Mad We act on instinct Survival of the Invade camp, then set up a perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your Order the President to document this evidence Company commander, is my version of capital Punishment scars from carving out of shrapnel with passion, the movement of murderous intimate In hand to hand or atomic bombs that disintegrate Let me reiterate, in a of neurosis A license to kill, plus an expert explosives Assult forces, the shell shock Section eight sounds great, me a cell block As as hells hot, I'd rather go there Crouched down, jungle fatigue, warfare On watch, think the bullets I've dodged Light a smoke and it up for the night in camoflage
"Military Minded"
I make my stick with paint stick Todays the dawn of the insect Bees, butterflies, beetles, and dragons There's danger of ganzes(???) in in my squadron We hate them all, why we made the eight ball The and water tastes like typhoid and protocall Sleep deprivation, magic carpet ride Talking to my gas mask, down the thin red line You're currently in to NBC The only that you get is from my M-16 Unlace my boots and my troops I'm more terrified of mosquitoes I am of the paratroops I'm in the shitbox, Alfred Hitchcock Five later I'm bleeding out my snot box I see the witch doc, he says it's rice Dropped from airplanes, sprayed anthrax Peking, take the ground back It's in brown rats And in the toilet paper issued in ruck sack Agent N, Agent X, before to black
"Military Minded"