Oh mama mama can't you see
What the Army's done for me
They made me, not me
They changed me
You can't see me
You don't know me
There is no me, only we
What kind of soldiers are there?
The quick and the dead
What are you? The quick!
What are they? The dead!
The cadence stays the same
As they drill death into your head
Death of the enemy
Death of your friend
Death of your mother
Death of your lover
Death of your self
But in the end the only real death is your innocence
Left right left right left right kill
Left right left you know I will
Trained to kill
Kill a father
Kill a sister
Kill a haji
Kill anyone that gets in your way
But bit by bit, soldier by soldier, we keep killing ourselves as well
And for what or for who
How does the green grass grow
Blood blood blood drill sergeant
Who's blood
Our blood
The poor's blood
A farmers blood
Innocent blood
But not the blood of the rich
Nor the blood of a politician
C130 Rollin down the strip
Recon scouts on a one way trip
They said fight for your country
Fight for the flag
Fight for your brothers
Fight for patriotism
They don't care what you fight for
Just that you do
And they'll use your death so others can fight too
If I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
Pin my medals upon my chest
Tell my mama I did my best
Or maybe tell her the truth
That I died for a bullshit war
That I died so some asshole could get rich
That I died in vein
That I died when I enlisted
That I died before I went to war
And I'll never come back, even if I live