Camoflage

[Mad Child] 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 [Prevail] 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 Ganser syndrome 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