Starship Troopers

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Join the Navy Join the Navy [Verse 1: Ozi Batla] 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, G.I., 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 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 [Bridge: Sample] Give peace a chance... that doesn't mean anything It's like give peace a chance [Pre-Chorus: Ozi Batla] 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 Light it up like Hiroshima The perfect sight [Chorus: Ozi Batla] 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'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) [Verse 2: Ozi Batla] 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 Joel a fit Captain Kurtz said "Fight till the hurt stops" 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 nurses 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 mincemeat of his men [Chorus: Ozi Batla] 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'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 [Outro: Ozi Batla] I'm a Starship Trooper, this is my letter to Dad Transferred from Saigon to Baghdad and now I'm dead An allied soldier An allied solider An allied soldier