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
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You're not worth a damn
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Take orders - is all that you can
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Obey'em
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They'll teach you ev'ry rule
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Bombfood - you're nothing but a tool
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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!
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Bombfood
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Artillery |