These monsters hunt us in dreams
with bayonets,
their hearts slapped boldly on their shoulders
They're all regular army creeps
I'm coming down again
on that impaling sound again
Every volley's conducted with careful attention to detail
There's a ghoul at the back of the motorcade
with a fresh flack-jacket and a hand grenade
He's menacing civilians with a tommy gun
and sir I've got to tell you it's a job well done
His movements are mechanical, his eyes are glazed
He's carving our initials with an army blade
into the restless rotting corpses of the lost brigades
and when we get him home we're gonna throw him a parade
Well, I can't believe we're here again
Mark my words: I'll burn it to the ground this time I swear
We are not the ghosts they're all just outside the wire
We watch them as they disappear whenever shots are fired
We are not the ghosts they're all just outside the wire
We watch them as they disappear whenever shots are fired
Left, right, upside down
Pick us up and turn us 'round
Four, three, two and one
Now blow them all to kingdom come
Well, I can't believe we're here again
Mark my words: I'll burn it to the ground this time I swear