Be all you can be
In the U.S. Army
I want to kill
Hut two three four
An ounce of oil for twenty bodies more
Direct orders from an alcoholic crackhead piece of shit
Who’s never fucking fought a day in a war
Bag 10,000 fragile corpses more
No mercy given to the women and children
If the government tells you to kill it’s not a sin
President Pinocchio apocalypse at the tip of his nose
Listen to me fucking listen to me
Open up your eyes to the prophesies
This Howdy Doody dumbfuck dictator has come
To spill his ignorance upon the Earth
The great apocalypse has begun
No way to escape his puppet show of death
The hills are alive
Lit up by nuclear skies
Yet still the truth is denied
No more fucking lies
President Pinocchio apocalypse at the tip of his nose
Hip hip hooray for President Pinocchio
When the world’s engulfed in flames
We must find a way to escape
The hills are alive
Lit up by nuclear skies
Yet still the murdering swine
Has taken control of your mind.
