| I hear your piteous shrieking | |
| In this land of death | |
| And boils and bees and | |
| RPG's And piles of prisoners masturbated on | |
| Now you are on fire | |
| You curse the choice you made | |
| Your Humvee a pyre your life to expire | |
| Your face and a name and a corpse that's bathed in flames | |
| Come join the | |
| War Party | |
| And see exotic lands | |
| Your blood has stained the desert sands | |
| Aaaaahhh... | |
| I hear your body burning | |
| A piping and piteous sound | |
| The crows tears apart your corpse after the flames have gone down | |
| You're dragged through the streets | |
| With a chain 'round your neck | |
| Hung from a bridge on the outskirts of town | |
| They never find your head | |
| Come and join the | |
| War Party | |
| And see exotic lands | |
| Your blood has stained the desert sands | |
| Your blood is running through your hands | |
| Still you expect pity | |
| And you shall recieve none | |
| Why did death come hard for you | |
| You gave it to some | |
| You joined the | |
| War Party | |
| Your purpose was clear | |
| You did your job with skill, you raped and you killed | |
| Why so surprised that you finally got billed? | |
| You put the gun to your shoulder | |
| You put lead through a brain | |
| You left bodies to molder | |
| You spread havoc and pain | |
| They will call you a hero | |
| I call you an ignorant slave | |
| Because before you died you acted surprised | |
| So soon you were shown to your grave | |
| Come now and join the | |
| War Party | |
| And see exotic lands | |
| Your blood has stained the desert sands | |
| Your blood is running through your hands | |
| All men die | |
| So don't ask why | |
| What the fuck else did you think you were for? | |
| You were made to decay | |
| It's better that way | |
| This is the price of your war | |
| Join up now because soon you'll have no choice |