Unfit For The Army - National Suicide

It was just a rainy Tuesday in the summer of ‘89

I was there to meet a «Patriot»

One of those of the Killing Kind

So we met in his favourite hangout

The «Gasoline Road Bar and Grill»

«Just look for the skinhead with the rose tattoo:

It’s me»

That fuckin' head was a landscaper

When he left daddy, mom and school

He didn’t give a shit man

He was born to fight and lose

He had always seen himself as a singer in a Band

As a fighting warrior

A kind of beast out of control

While I was Unfit for the Army…

(I Was)

(I Was) Unfit for the Army…

He looked down on me

I was 20, Wild and free

«You will come to a sticky end»

Come on soldier take a look at yourself!

Now man don’t you get me wrong

I think it’s something in my blood

An' it runs in the Family:

The reason why they rejected me

As Unfit for the Army …

Die!