Swollen Members - Camoflage lyrics
[Swollen Members - Camoflage lyrics]
We act on animal instinct
Survival of the primitive
Invade your camp, then set up a perimeter
Interrogate the prisoner
Ransack your residence
Order from the President to
Document this evidence company commander
This is my version of capital
Punishment scars from carving out
Shards of shrapnel attacking with passion
The movement of murderous intimate
In hand to hand combat or
Atomic bombs that disintegrate
Let me reiterate, in a state of neurosis
A license to kill
Plus an expert with explosives
Assult forces, feel the shell shock
Section eight sounds great
Give me a cell block
As sure as hells hot, I'd rather go there
Crouched down, jungle fatigue
Guerrilla warfare
On watch, think about the bullets I've dodged
Light a smoke and post it up
For the night in camoflage
"Military Minded" scratch
I make my face stick with paint stick
Todays the dawn of the infected insect
Bees, butterflies, beetles
And panzer dragons
There's danger of ganzes in
Roaming in my squadron we hate them all
That's why we made the eight ball
The milk and water tastes
Like typhoid and protocall
Sleep deprivation, magic carpet bombing ride
Talking to my gas mask
Walking down the thin red line
You're currently tuned in to NBC
The only channel that you get is from my M-16
Unlace my boots and place my troops
I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than
I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, reading Alfred Hitchcock
Five minutes later I'm bleeding
Out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says it's rice grains
Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with anthrax
Operation Peking, take the ground back
It's found in brown rats
And in the toilet paper issued
In your ruck sack
Agent N, Agent X, before fade to black
Camoflage
"Military Minded" scratch
Survival of the primitive
Invade your camp, then set up a perimeter
Interrogate the prisoner
Ransack your residence
Order from the President to
Document this evidence company commander
This is my version of capital
Punishment scars from carving out
Shards of shrapnel attacking with passion
The movement of murderous intimate
In hand to hand combat or
Atomic bombs that disintegrate
Let me reiterate, in a state of neurosis
A license to kill
Plus an expert with explosives
Assult forces, feel the shell shock
Section eight sounds great
Give me a cell block
As sure as hells hot, I'd rather go there
Crouched down, jungle fatigue
Guerrilla warfare
On watch, think about the bullets I've dodged
Light a smoke and post it up
For the night in camoflage
"Military Minded" scratch
I make my face stick with paint stick
Todays the dawn of the infected insect
Bees, butterflies, beetles
And panzer dragons
There's danger of ganzes in
Roaming in my squadron we hate them all
That's why we made the eight ball
The milk and water tastes
Like typhoid and protocall
Sleep deprivation, magic carpet bombing ride
Talking to my gas mask
Walking down the thin red line
You're currently tuned in to NBC
The only channel that you get is from my M-16
Unlace my boots and place my troops
I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than
I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shitbox, reading Alfred Hitchcock
Five minutes later I'm bleeding
Out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says it's rice grains
Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with anthrax
Operation Peking, take the ground back
It's found in brown rats
And in the toilet paper issued
In your ruck sack
Agent N, Agent X, before fade to black
Camoflage
"Military Minded" scratch