I ain't gonna be a fence hanger
It's time to end what we have started
I'm not starving, it's just a plain hunger
With having fun we already parted
I get enough of their nit-picking
Death's the reason we're all running scared
If you feel good, then why are you kicking?
For a soldier life I'm still unprepared
Wish I was trashed on easy street
Gonna get rid of a backseat driver
I eat rinky-dink food and vote with my feet
Pick me up, I'm the only survivor
I'm dismissed from the goon-platoon
To carry the gun ain't my cup of tea
It turns me off! Gag me with a spoon!
Wonder if I'm human? I'm up a tree
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