Be All You Can Be

Fresh out of High School, you don't have a job
Parents on your case, calling you a slob
See the neat commercials, go to check it out
Go and serve your country, and travel about
I've seen the outcome, I know the fate
Thousands of people wrapped up in hate
I've smelled the bodies left out to rot
Millions of dead soldiers, Want to sign up?

Sign on the dotted line and sign away your life
You belong to Ronnie now, your gun's your fuckin' wife
You hear about some wa in a far away land
You don't need the truth, you don't need to understand

Take a look around and tell me what you see
Screaming out in pain, hate and misery
Off to another funereal, and you don't know who's to blame
Shipped home in a bag, no one knows the game