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All of your life |
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You idolized them |
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Those men with pride |
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Want to be like them |
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Never alone |
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All parts of a team |
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No course of their own |
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It sounds like a dream |
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Soldier You're not worth a damn |
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Take orders - is all that you can |
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Obey'em They'll teach you ev'ry rule |
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Bombfood - you're nothing but a tool made up your mind |
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The papers were signed |
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Recruited and paid |
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For wastin' your time |
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The sweat and the blood |
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A price you must pay |
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Work for your country |
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With nothing to say |
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The sergeant commands |
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To act like a rock |
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You had to admit |
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You ran out of luck |
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It's not out of lust |
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It's not even need |
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One thing's for sure |
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Rocks don't bleed |
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Grenades are hammering down on your head |
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You lie in your hole, you wish were dead |
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Your partner lies splattered all over the place |
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There's no recognition he once had a face |
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You want you had stayed at home with your mum |
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But you are out here equipped with a gun |
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You're feelin' so helpless but what can you do ' |
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Cause you volunteered, the blame is on you |
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Out in the fields, where battles are fought |
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As ordered above, not one human thought |
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You sit in your hole, just waiting for death |
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The enemy cause, an eternal threat |
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Why don't you go home, why don't you just leave? |
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Why not work for things in which you believe? |
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The orders you take, won't do you no good |
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So why don't you split, you ain't nothin' but bombfood! |
