Got on chance, infiltrate them Get it right, terminate them The Panzers will, permeate them Break their pride, denigrate them And their people, retrograde them Typhus, detriate them Epidemic, devastate them Take no prisoners, cremate them
Going to war, give 'em hell D-Day, next stop Normandie Beginning of the end WE know how to and sure as shit we'll win War is peace sure man A retreat for the damned A playground for the demented A haven for those who walk this world Bereft of heart and soul Love and war they say all is fair Take his life But won't take his hair Your body has parts your Country can spare By the way son here's Your wheelchair