[Mad Child]
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We act on animal instinct
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Survival of the primitive
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Invade your camp, then set up a perimeter
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Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence
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Order from the President to document this evidence
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Company commander, this is my version of capital
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Punishment scars from carving out shards of shrapnel
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Attacking with passion, the movement of murderous intimate
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In hand to hand combat or atomic bombs that disintegrate
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Let me reiterate, in a state of neurosis
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A license to kill, plus an expert with explosives
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Assult forces, feel the shell shock
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Section eight sounds great, give me a cell block
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As sure as hells hot, I'd rather go there
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Crouched down, jungle fatigue, guerrilla warfare
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On watch, think about the bullets I've dodged
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Light a smoke and post it up for the night in camoflage
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["Military Minded" scratch]
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[Prevail]
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I make my face stick with paint stick
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Todays the dawn of the infected insect
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Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer dragons
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There's danger of ganzes (??) in roaming in my squadron
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We hate them all, that's why we made the eight ball
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The milk and water tastes like typhoid and protocall
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Sleep deprivation, magic carpet bombing ride
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Talking to my gas mask, walking down the thin red line
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You're currently tuned in to NBC
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The only channel that you get is from my M-16
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Unlace my boots and place my troops
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I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than I am of the paratroops
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I'm in the shitbox, reading Alfred Hitchcock
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Five minutes later I'm bleeding out my snot box
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I see the witch doc, he says it's rice grains
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Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with anthrax
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Operation Peking, take the ground back
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It's found in brown rats
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And in the toilet paper issued in your ruck sack
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Agent N, Agent X, before fade to black
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Camoflage
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["Military Minded" scratch]
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Camouflage
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Swollen Members |