Be A Good Soldier Songtext

I eat my M.R.E., they strategize my every movement; objectives met, mission complete. Don't ask, don't tell, don't think, don't speak unless given permission; it's the structured life for me.

Generations of nothing more than complications; I've got them in my sights.

I am army of one, a finely tuned killing machine and I won't take no shit from you. I've got my field supplies, my orders and some extra ammo. Yeah, I bleed red, white, and blue.

Generations of nothing more than complications; I've got them in my sights.

Don't you talk to Socialists!