Welcome To Hell

Listen
 The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
 Listen
 The soft purr of motorbikes are 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
 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
 Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
 In this land of oysters, you are the world
 The painless, plainness of military life
 Resumes tomorrow night
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 If not for you, it would've been cholera, malaria
 Or some eastern disease
 Forget about it, son
 A slap is all you need
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 We did it all, we've seen it all
 And worse, much worse, son
 The massacres of ages
 Too many to recall
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 Limbs rendered birds, by the speed they flew off
 A soup nothingness that once was your best friend
 Motherless children and temptress widows
 The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
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 Snivelling 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 God forgot
 Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
 Which room looms forever in your mind
 But now you're on your own
 We don't need men like you
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 Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
 Which room looms forever in your mind
 But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
 Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!