Dead Americans

Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody No retreat
American dead better than red, another politician with a debt on his head
Bodies ripped, covered in shit, Napalm blitz the City is lit
Bombs blast, mustard gas, throat slash, truncheon smash
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another dead American.
Blitzkrieg flames, buildings ablaze, killings fields where the bodies decay
Torture racks, machine gun cracks, never surrender it’s an all-out attack
Money whores, open sores, plan quiet wars behind closed doors
Clandestine games, human remains, cyanide, genocide
Hey, hey, hey, another story about another dead American One more story about a
dead American.