Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starship Troopers (Redux), artist - The Herd. Date of issue: 02.10.2005
Song language: English
Starship Troopers (Redux) |
| Lost in deep cover |
| «Dear John,"said his lover’s last letter |
| Emptied a full clip to feel better |
| Slipped a rung on Jacob’s ladder |
| Desert boot camp deserter got stung by death adder |
| Don’t get mad get even madder |
| A10 tank killer fodder |
| Interrogate? |
| Why bother… |
| My brother for a last cigarette, no please not yet |
| One last dance, lest we regret |
| Look me in the eye, GI, and tell me you’re not tired |
| I’m tired to death sir, I’m tired till it hurts |
| But when you thought it couldn’t get much worse |
| Well it may… |
| We march at the break of day |
| And come what may, rules of engagement say |
| We will stand to the very last, shrapnel blast |
| A casket goes home… |
| Sons and daughters wrapped in stars and stripes to keep 'em warm |
| («Give peace a chance… that doesn’t mean anything» |
| «It's like give peace a chance») |
| Under red orange dawn we draw the line |
| And those on the other side must stand and fight |
| Tracers like fourth of July in the night |
| Lighting up like Hiroshima |
| The perfect sight |
| I’m a Starship Trooper |
| This is my letter to dad, transferred from Saigon to Baghdad |
| And now I’m dead |
| An allied soldier, with skin boils from Ebola |
| I’ll bring you back a souvenir of what we stole |
| I was only nineteen |
| Joined for the pay packet |
| Now my full metal jacket won’t take one more hit |
| I don’t give two shits about oil interests |
| But depleted uranium, just gave Joe a fit |
| Captain Kurtz said, «fight till the hurt stops» |
| Yet all I can see is burned crops |
| And mates shell-shocked |
| Morphine under lock and key |
| Their AK’s talking to my M16 |
| Pray for friendly fire |
| Haven’t seen a priest, but plenty of funeral pyres |
| Triage nurse is dying |
| My name in the paper |
| Next to a faceless dictator |
| And another flag to drape |
| Hey yo, check |
| Here’s the commanding officer |
| A total mess again |
| Crying in the mess tent |
| How to make mice or mince meat of his men |
| I’m a Starship Trooper |
| This is my letter to dad |
| Transferred from Saigon to Baghdad |
| And now I’m dead |
| An allied soldier… |