Concrete Malformation - Stone

If the tough guys call you chicken shit

And you are scared to death

If you are so lonely that

You can’t even see yourself in the mirror — Kill yourself.

Where’d you find so many friends and become

As man as a man can be?

There is just one right answer — Join the army!

No more you’ll feel ill

«Search and destroy» that’s the spirit

All that moves you kill

Think about the great feeling when a

Concrete face general yells at you

Yes sir!

May I lick your boots or

Does your highness use dry cleaning

When you play war he can play god and

Let repressed feelings out

Feel the satisfaction of that crooked

Speech disordered soul

Isn’t it fun to cherish a big gun!

Reminds you of something you have small

Eating corn flakes every morning

Makes you strong and grow so tall

If you wanna be a good boy

You will kill enough

You got yourself a piece of iron

Reputation you’re tough

That goes on in your mind

No decisions for you to make

You’re not here to serve your native country

Just one pervert fruit cake