Your Military

There's a soldier marching down the street

There's a couple more in the army jeep

Their guns are loaded - ready to kill

They can stuff their discipline

Rank and drill

You carry your gun like they do in the movies

You think you're great but you're just a phoney

They've got you brainwashed to think to kill

You wouldn't have done it but now you will

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You're military

You're military

You've got a uniform and stripes on your arm

You're military

You're military

And you die like pigs in your battlefield abattoir

You gouge straw men in bayonet practice

Well men ain't straw and knives aren't plastic

You learn to drive tanks

False targets you hit

But once you're in the battlefield

You'll know your face don't fit

But you look alright in your camouflage jacket

Gun in hand, grenade in pocket

Yeah!You look alright with your tommy gun

Remember? You used to play with one when you were young

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Now you play war with real bullets

At your back theres a guy

And he's gonna let you have it

Now there's no asking why

You signed some papers

That made you a 'butt' for the enemy

You've run out of luck

They've made you a scapegoat to carry their dreams

They think it's a game but it ends up in screams

Tattered khaki in foreign mud

For the world war cameras and lovers of blood

Rifle with bayonet fixed by his side

His 'glory' permitted

But his life, denied.