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Automatic rifle in my hands and I hold it steady
Got the landing boats, Land-Rovers, and the soldiers ready
No one really knows the plan, no one told us anything
They just told us weâd be home in twenty or thirty weeks
And people in the streets would throw confetti
Iâm totally sweating; my nerves are just a little bit
Tense; I confess, Iâm full of adrenaline
I stick my head out the window and pull it in again
I canât see shit; itâs like the ocean is infinite
But somewhere ahead of us is an island fortress
Defended by five battalions of the tyrantsâ forces
And the sergeant told us âGentlemen, this guy is remorseless
He tears his opponents apart with wild horses
And starves his own people, leaving many a child orphaned
And now heâs plotting to attack us, so weâre gonna try and force him
To surrender his power, and his natural resourcesâ
Ours not to reason why, just to do or die
Suicide mission, crawlinâ through a sewer pipe
A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife
To give some meaning to his life, but who am I?
Some people say we shouldnât even be in this fight
Theyâre outside lookinâ in though, so itâs easy to snipe
But when youâre on the front lines and thereâs no relief in sight
You need to find yourself a decent reason to fight
Iâm fighting for the soldiers on either side of me tonight
And none of us give a fuck if our leaders are right
Man some of these grunts can barely even read or write
But you donât need a PhD to un-sheath a knife
And come to the aid of your brother in arms
We march on for each other under the cluster bombs
Weâre just pawns, you can say what you want about us
But Iâd like to see you try to play a chess game without us
And even those who criticize the cause of the mission
Claim to support us, but they give us the wrong equipment
Thatâs why I donât even try to listen to politicians
I just signed up for the army to pay college tuition
Ours not to reason why, just to do or die
Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe
A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife
To give some meaning to his life, but who am I?
My grandfather fought the Nazis in the Dutch militia
He told me: âThe chance to fight a just war mustâve missed ya
Too bad no enemy today lives up to Hitler huh?â
The old manâs got a sense of humour â heâs fuckinâ jester
But whatâs the measure of whether this is a just cause?
Even at home weâve got some messed up laws
I got friends in prison âcause they like smokingâ up a lot
But theyâve got prescriptions for more potent drugs than pot
I just chalk up my palms and get a grip on my rifle
Itâs real insightful when you say that violence is a cycle
But someoneâs gotta fight those tyrants and psychos
Itâs my job tonight, and thatâs how life goes
I wonât let one member of my company down
Any second the bow of this boat will start runninâ aground
And weâll hear that thundering machine gun sound
So whereâre the critics at now to pass their judgment around?
Ours not to reason why, just to do or die
Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe
A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife
To give some meaning to his life, but who am I?
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