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