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bow down before me join the core
yes your majesty ill fight your war
i have no say no voice no opinion
they reinstated the draft now im americas minion
took away my name gave me a number
gave me a gun to put me six feet under

*fight our war thats what they said
the president doesnt care if were alive or dead
just another chess piece to keep him entertained
young boys go off to war and get maimed

relaxing at home you get a letter in the mail
you have to report to duty or your going to jail
this was unexpected now your a fucking mess
your mind is filled with panic, body filled with stress
you contact a recruiter thinking of an excuse
of how you can get out, of how youll be no use

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brainwashed war machine seeing nothing but red
everyone around you looks like the living dead
so many horrors witnessed, you no longer weep
waking up from nightmares and sweating in your sleep
taking lots of drugs just to nimb the pain
having fucking flashbacks getting closer to insane
pride for your country, hatred for the war
your pride slips aways, your sanity is no more

*
buried dead in your tomb, flowers on the top
21 gun salute guess the shooting never stopped
flagged drapped across your souless empty grave
a horrible reality being this countries slave
now they gather round to read thier written speach
a damn good soilder may he rest in peace
you served you country well son now your dead and gone
now your nothing but fodder for a cemetary lawn