Lyrics Jarhead - Nightstick

Jarhead

You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You set the chair up.
You tie the rope.
You’re bending over in the shower for
the soap.
While you were busy, look what they did — they put their thoughts
inside your head and closed the lid
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
«…and, tell the folks back home that… they need to continue their support
for the war, as long as we’re fighting.
'Cause when we lose the incentive over
here to win there will never be… real peace… again»
All spit and polish, your head is square.
Your aftershave could be described as
debonair.
You steppin' fetchit.
Your label’s on.
You use your toothbrush
scrubbin' stains out of the john
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You set the chair up.
You tie the rope.
You’re bending over in the shower for
the soap.
While you were busy, look what they did — they put their thoughts
inside your head and closed the lid
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a Jarhead — you’re a fucking Jarhead
You’re a motherfucking Jarhead!