Listen
The Sweet Peals Of Moonlight-induced Lovemaking On The Streets Tonight
ListenThe Soft Purr Of Motorbikes Ready To Strike Up The Night Alight

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, Haunting Or Fabled
The Gallant Mist Of Red Blooded Chivalry
Instilled In Basic Training

By Standing 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 World
The Painless, Plainness 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

Limbs Rendered Birds By The Speed They Flew Off
A Soup Nothingness That Once Was Your Best Friend
Motherless Children And Temptress Widows
The Wild, The Useless, The Dead, The Untameable

Snivelling Fuck, Don′t Stain This Street
Lucky I Don′t Shoot You On The Spot
Our Bullets Were Made For Men Like You
The Impotent Idiots God Forgot

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

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!