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Fresh out of High School, you don't have a job

Parents on your case, calling you a slob

See the neat commercials, go to check it out

Go and serve your country, and travel about

I've seen the outcome, I know the fate

Thousands of people wrapped up in hate

I've smelled the bodies left out to rot

Millions of dead soldiers, Want to sign up?

Sign on the dotted line and sign away your life

You belong to Ronnie now, your gun's your fuckin' wife

You hear about some wa in a far away land

You don't need the truth, you don't need to understand

Take a look around and tell me what you see

Screaming out in pain, hate and misery

Off to another funereal, and you don't know who's to blame

Shipped home in a bag, no one knows the game

Written by : Corrupted Morals