|
I hear your piteous shrieking |
|
In this land of death |
|
And boils and bees and |
|
RPG's And piles of prisoners masturbated on |
|
Now you are on fire |
|
You curse the choice you made |
|
Your Humvee a pyre your life to expire |
|
Your face and a name and a corpse that's bathed in flames |
|
Come join the |
|
War Party |
|
And see exotic lands |
|
Your blood has stained the desert sands |
|
Aaaaahhh... |
|
I hear your body burning |
|
A piping and piteous sound |
|
The crows tears apart your corpse after the flames have gone down |
|
You're dragged through the streets |
|
With a chain 'round your neck |
|
Hung from a bridge on the outskirts of town |
|
They never find your head |
|
Come and join the |
|
War Party |
|
And see exotic lands |
|
Your blood has stained the desert sands |
|
Your blood is running through your hands |
|
Still you expect pity |
|
And you shall recieve none |
|
Why did death come hard for you |
|
You gave it to some |
|
You joined the |
|
War Party |
|
Your purpose was clear |
|
You did your job with skill, you raped and you killed |
|
Why so surprised that you finally got billed? |
|
You put the gun to your shoulder |
|
You put lead through a brain |
|
You left bodies to molder |
|
You spread havoc and pain |
|
They will call you a hero |
|
I call you an ignorant slave |
|
Because before you died you acted surprised |
|
So soon you were shown to your grave |
|
Come now and join the |
|
War Party |
|
And see exotic lands |
|
Your blood has stained the desert sands |
|
Your blood is running through your hands |
|
All men die |
|
So don't ask why |
|
What the fuck else did you think you were for? |
|
You were made to decay |
|
It's better that way |
|
This is the price of your war |
|
Join up now because soon you'll have no choice |