I'm on a bus headed south, head filled with lots of doubts//
Why did I sign? Put my life on the line, freedoms forever renounced//
Soon as I step off the bus, I bet I'll get rushed, I feel like garbage//
Yellin in my face, tell me I'm a disgrace, they're Drill Sergeants//
My arms are fallin off, wish I could call it off and get up//
Then they say "On Your Backs" and we all get attacked wit lots of Sit Ups//
First time I held my weapon I felt like wreckin a bunch of faces//
The farthest targets weren't the hardest pretending they were in there places//
They run me into the ground and tell me "Suck it up and drive on"//
I can't stop, I'm brainwashed, they fucked it up my mind's gone//
They're trainin me to be one of the world's deadliest weapons//
Sex ain't far behind but death's whats on my mind every ten seconds//
They teach me a trade and keepin me paid for peace of mind//
I'm fucked jack, left wit a rucksack, everything else I leave behind//
A trip to Germany for what feels like permanently I'll be gone//
My heart is racing, start the pacing til I hear a calming song//
I know I've made it, I hear the sound of cadance in the air//
I've just realized that i had feared guys who just didn't care//
After three years it's me up here givin out all the orders//
A long way I made it won't deny I hate it but not more than the corners//
Back in the day I'd have had my way and stuck it to you//
Wanna pop in on us, I fix rocket launchers, what the fuck do you do?//

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