Listen
The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemakin'
On the streets tonight
Listen
The soft purr of motorbikes
Avoided a strike up the night lights

So don't tell me of your troubles
Your emotional grief
Take in the sights, this is shore leave
Don't talk of true love
Unscrew your frown
Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town

Experience the red rooms
The green tables, the souvenirs
Make memories, hauntin' or favored
The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic trainin'

By standin' in line today you secure a place among the saints
Go get them, son, now your life begins
To die for your country does not win a war
To kill for your country is what wins a war

Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
In this land of oysters you are the worm
The painless planeness of military life
Resumes tomorrow night

If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria
Or some eastern disease
Forget about it son, a slap is all you need

We did it all, we seen it all
And worse, much worse, son
The massacres of ages
Too many to recall

Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off
A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend
Motherless children and temptress widows
The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable

Shiverin' fuck, don't stand in the street
You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
Our bullets were made for a man like you
The impotent idiots God forgot
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room lives forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you

Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
Which room looms forever in your mind
But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Private Tristan Bongo hereby, discharged

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Wade Greep, Morgan George Simpson