Kill Somebody

This is a rifle, this is a gun

This is for killing and this is for fun

This is a rifle, this is a gun

This is for killing and this is for fun

This is a rifle, this is a gun

This is for killing and this is for fun

This is a rifle, this is a gun

This is for killing and this is for fun

When the boys cry, in the morning light

And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside

And they all feel blue 'cause they're waiting still

For the enemy on the other side they're going to kill

You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody

You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody

You better kill

When the bombers come with the rising sun

And the dreams of glory and blue eyed hero's all have gone

On the other side sits the enemy

And I'm sure he won't invite for a cup of tea