[Mad We act on animal Survival of the Invade your camp, then set up a Interrogate the prisoner, your residence Order from the President to this evidence Company commander, is my version of capital scars from carving out shards of shrapnel Attacking with passion, the of murderous intimate In hand to combat or atomic bombs that disintegrate Let me reiterate, in a of neurosis A license to kill, plus an expert explosives Assult forces, feel the shock eight sounds great, give me a cell block As sure as hells hot, I'd rather go Crouched down, jungle fatigue, guerrilla 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 paint stick the dawn of the infected insect Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer danger of ganzes(???) in roaming in my squadron We hate them all, why we made the eight ball The milk and water tastes typhoid and protocall Sleep deprivation, magic bombing ride Talking to my gas mask, down the thin red line You're tuned in to NBC The only that you get is from my M-16 Unlace my boots and place my I'm more terrified of than I am of the paratroops I'm in the shitbox, reading Hitchcock Five minutes later I'm bleeding out my box I see the witch doc, he says it's grains Dropped from airplanes, sprayed anthrax Operation Peking, take the ground It's in brown rats And in the toilet paper issued in ruck sack Agent N, Agent X, before to black
"Military Minded"