Gul Mudin, pop pop poppy Fantasy, of kill team Sgt. Gibbs cut off your finger Andy holmes put it in a sock Bravo company 3rd platoon Pool of blood reflecting the sky Blowing out savages Beating off military Corporal jeremy Open mouthed and idiotic Fire fly seen by Day light is but a bug Close your eyes Mudin You're aglow in the night Queer for death pup pup army Stoned on hash, porta potty In the dust they pushed your father But you climb into his heart Curling up into a ball Rest your head upon his hate Judgement will never be lifted A crow taps the face of your sons The Virgin might could not clip its wings For hell is hot, hell is hot, satan's cock, hell is hot