Artillery - Bombfood

All of your life You idolized them Those men with pride Want to be like them Never alone All parts of a team No course of their own It sounds like a dream Soldier You're not worth a damn Take orders - is all that you can Obey'em They'll teach you every rule Bombfood - you're nothing but a tool made up your mind The papers were signed Recruited and paid For wastin' your time The sweat and the blood A price you must pay Work for your country With nothing to say The sergeant commands To act like a rock You had to admit You ran out of luck It's not out of lust It's not even need One thing's for sure Rocks don't bleed Grenades are hammering down on your head You lie in your hole, you wish were dead Your partner lies splattered all over the place There's no recognition he once had a face You want you had stayed at home with your mum But you are out here equipped with a gun You're feelin' so helpless but what can you do 'Cause you volunteered, the blame is on you Out in the fields, where battles are fought As ordered above, not one human thought You sit in your hole, just waiting for death The enemy cause, an eternal threat Why don't you go home, why don't you just leave? Why not work for things in which you believe? The orders you take, won't do you no good So why don't you split, you ain't nothin' but bombfood!