Load the guns, we're going out
It doesn't matter what we're fighting about
Are we men or are we mice?
My ego's twisted - that's a man's greatest vice
Plug me in - drown me out
Does it really matter what I'm singing about?
Are the proper muscles flexed?
I don't care if you're stupid
Just as long as you're inpressed
They will run headlong into the leaden hail
One thousand dogs chasing their tails
A lie that lives is a lie that's large
Everyday at school was a picket's charge
Planetd in the world like fertile seed
You can teach him to run but not how to read
What is the secret, tell me if you can
What are the tools that make me a man?
Do I tower above you when I walk?
Do I expect you to listen when I talk?
Am I as bright as you tell me I am?
(Well, I know I'm not but who guves a damn?)
They will run headlong into thicker fog
They will give orders to the younger dogs
From the team to the trench each goes alone
While the wheels up above -they continue to drone
When he's done kissing ass for the company
When he has what he wants and he's finally free
When he looks and sees lies s incredibly larg
It is clear the boy fell at the sound of the charge
Do I tower above you when I walk?
Do I expect you to listen when I talk?
Am I as bright as you tell me I am?
(Well, I know I'm not but who guves a damn?)
Silly boys - raised by hand
Soldiers, athletes or the boys in this band
Gorge on glory, chase your tail
Run headlong into the leaden hail