[Verse 1]
Listen!
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
Listen!
The soft purr of motorbikes ready to strike up the night alight
So don’t tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don’t talk of true love, unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories; haunting or fabled
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
[Bridge 1]
By standing in line today
You secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war
[Verse 2]
Don’t tell your name and don’t ask for hers
In this land of oysters, you are the worms
The painless plainness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night
[Verse 3]
If not for you it would’ve been cholera, malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it, son, a slap is all you need
[Bridge 2]
We did it all, we seen it all and worse much worse, son
The massacres of ages, too many to recall
[Verse 4]
Limbs rendered birds, by the speed they flew off
A soup nothingness that once was your best fucking friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
[Verse 5]
Shivering fuck, don’t stain this street
Lucky I don’t shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for men like you
The impotent idiots that God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
Now you’re on your own
We don’t need men like you
Shank!
Da-da-da!
[Outro]
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
Now you’re on your own, we don’t need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged
Hereby discharged
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