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They do their best they do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam

From old Hanoi to East Berlin
Commando—Involved again

They do their best they do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam

First rule is: The laws of Germany
Second rule is: Be nice to mommy
Third rule is: Don’t talk to commies
Fourth rule is: Eat kosher salamis

They do their best they do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam

From old Hanoi to East Berlin
Commando—Involved again

They do their best they do what they can
They get them ready for Viet Nam

First rule is: The laws of Germany
Second rule is: Be nice to mo-mo-mo-mommy
Third rule is: Don’t talk to commies
Fourth rule is: Eat kosher salamis

Suppose I say
I’m never satisfied
Suppose I say
You cut some root
To make the tree survive
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I’m oh so bored to death
Oh I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?
Suppose I say
The vultures smile at me
Suppose I say
I set them down
They plan to pick you clean
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction’s here and gone
Gone, yeah, and gone again
Oh, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I’m bored to death
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction’s here and gone
Gone, gone again
Yeah, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throwing all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
What ever happened to sweat?

Bullets are flying
People are dying
with madness surrounding all hell’s breaking loose
Soldiers are hounding
Bodies are mounting

cannons are shouting to take their abuse
With war machines going
Blood starts to flowing
No mercy given to anyone hear
The furious fighting
Swords are like lighting
It all becomes frightening to you
Know death is near
No remorse