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Fur the "Prince of Darkness" and Glory
Well, we don't fight fur blood and soil
We're hired guns fur Standard Oil
We're vaccinated and totally loyal
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
We'll shoot your camels and burn your huts
We'll crack your skulls and kick your butts
We'll turn your daughters into sluts
Fur the Prince of Darkness and Glory.
We fight fur kicks, we kill fur gongs
We're packing too much boo in our bongs
We're totally nuts and this is our song
Fur the IMF and Glory
So now it's war no end, Amen!
So lock and load, we're off again
Galloping off like Custer's men
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
So saddle up and draw your swords
We're off to charge the Afghan hordes
It's a body bag or the looney ward
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
So grab your gats, we're good to go
Don't stop us now we're on a roll
We'll get Osama's head on a pole
Fur the New World Order and Glory
So fall in guys, salute the flag
Hail the Glorious Imperial Rag
Now slaughter them wogs until you gag
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
Little lost lambs who've gone astray
Will all be shipped to Camp X-ray
We'll feed 'em bagels and make 'em obey
Fur Ariel Sharon and Glory
We are the boys who take delight
In cracking raghead skulls all night
We're just plain bored, that's why we fight
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
So dig in guys, we're here to stay
We've got to make a pipeline pay
From Kandahar to East L.A.
Fur Oliver North and Glory
We'll cull the herd, we'll thin the flock
We'll hose them peasants round the clock
'Cause we all work fur Tavistock
Fur the New World Order and Glory
We're nothing much, just freakin' mercs
With booze and dope and whores fur perks
But times are tough, we need the work
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
We all work fur the You-Know-Whos
They own the banks, they own the news
They want the whole world fur their zoo
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
And if the Moon offends the Jews
I guess we'll have to bomb it too
Whatever they tell us on the "news"
Fur Garry Owen and Glory
A Bilderburger, a side of fries,
A little plastic bag of lies
Bon appetit, we're off to die
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
So put the Green Machine in gear
We're off to get some trophy ears
And then we'll stop and hoist some beers
Fur Garry Owen and Glory
So sign up if you want some fun
Yeah, Chicken Little, better run
We're hunting heads, we're high-tech Huns
Fur Globalism and Glory
And here's our big strategic plan
We'll bomb everything that ends in "stan"
That's how we earn our pay, my man
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
And after we finish doing that
HI HO! we're off to blitz Iraq
We can always claim they're running smack
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
So line 'em up, we'll open fire
We'll kill 'em all Hurrah! Hurrah!
We love our work, we're guns fur hire
Fur Richard Perle and Glory
We'll waste 'em all, we'll slay and rout
We'll let Allah sort 'em out
We don't care squat what it's about
Fur OPEC cash and glory
Our satanic bosses sure are swell
They've shipped us to this roach motel
And when we die we'll burn in Hell
Fur the Bohemian Grove and Glory
We've hocked our souls, we've turned to beasts
We'll guzzle blood till we're obese
But we don't care 'cause we're wild geese
Fur Skull and Bones and Glory
It should come as no surprise
That if we're caught we're skinned alive
We're so glad to give our hides
Fur the Prince of Darkness and Glory
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