You can hear the screaming,
when the bombs go off,
the smell of death grips you,as you begin to cough.
Arms ,legs,body parts all strung around,
its so quiet,these soldiers are making no sounds.
Much to my angry ire,it is my responsibility to despose of all this crap,if it was up to me,id put it in a pile,and set it on fire.
I have no problems with the people im killing,when I joined the forces,I was ready,able and willing.
I am a soldier,hold steadfast and strong,there was a time,Id be sitting around puffing on a bong.
But now I am a soldier,doing what im trained to do,
killing and maiming,much to my ado.
What pisses me off,are these people protesting the war,they sit home on their asses,while were over here,
settling the score.
If they could just walk one day in our shoes
they would chop off their own fingers,
to be tanning on an ocean cruise.
Well,i got these bodies just about rounded up,
Damn!the stinch of these bodies
has given me the hiccups.