Jarhead Fertilizer

I thought to myself, join the army

Its free

Eduacation

Stable career

Join the army

Become a murderer

Kill for god and country, return to be a hero

To tell you the truth I hope you don't come back

Courage, It takes a big man to push a button

Fight with honor

Like killing children, and cutting their parents throats

Go to the frontline

Watch your friends get cooked by napalm

And they're murderers just like you, getting education by killing people too

Bodies blown apart, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach

Now you've lost both of your legs to a grenade

Blood and vomit spew from your mouth

No career, education, and you're sent home in a doggy bag

Waste your life, by taking others lives away from them

Left so empty, just a fucking pile of shit to me

And your parents looking stupid

Their son reduced to a piece of shit and dog tags

But he did what he was programmed to do

Such a good soldier

I hope you're fucking proud of your son

Fuck your son I hope he fucking dies

And his body rots and fertilized the land which he fought for

Fuck all your flags, yellow ribbons and crosses

American law, murder and lies is justified (My name is Francis Sullivan)

That's just one of the laws that you die for (But everybody calls me Psycho)

A treasure to the united states, I hope you die in battle

(If any of you guys call me Francis, I'll kill ya)

(And I don't like nobody touching my stuff)

(Just keep your meat-hooks off)

(If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, i'll kill ya)

You're no hero, just a fucking murderer (Also I don't like no one touching me)

(If any of you homos touch me, then i'll kill ya)