F.T.M.

[Verse 1] You better be ready for combat, misery, diggers in Gallipoli Humanity is happily living in captivity Humidity warm, the world is hot It's heating up in the metropolis, the melting pot You got racists and skinheads suffering ignorance Boats near collapse that's smuggling immigrants Imminent death and permanent war It's profitable and logical to murder the poor As war again, the man got horribly burnt They're saying "Lest we forget", but what have we learnt? The same shit that my grandpa probably heard Want you in the military for the monarchy sir Now, you might have heard about the staggering rate Of suicide that the military happen to hate Another day, another name that they had to erase Another year, another motherfucking flag in my face, it's like [Hook] x2 Not the military, not the military Not the military, "Leave me the fuck alone" Not the military, not the military "What the fuck are y'all looking for?" [Vents] I was born in a strange land where great ape became man And behave worse than date rape in a strange van Now, time to go where it's always hot The hash is good, the smack like gourmet rocks People shit their pants, should have saw they jocks Big toys high tech, made to saute blocks One weekend a month, two trips a year When the fuck did I disappear? Coming home with post-trauma, no parade and no laughter Kids is raised with no father Something or rather regarding the Taliban Or Bin Laden, chill and please pardon My ignorance, but the interests Of big business demand it, soon to be departed Or wheelchair bound, you figure the sound and the flash is the end But the fun's just began, now [Hook] x2 [Vents] Riddled with bullets in Beirut that's made in Beijing Burn victims in Baghdad saying the same thing Machines from Berlin, knock then burst in For god and country, fuck me, you must be Joking son, looking for a smoking gun But times have changed, most know to run Recruitment low, telling me you had potential Coming home fucked up, I had a mental If you just left school and you can't get a job Mean you're cannon fodder for the chants from the mob Many people, yelling for blood is very lethal Shells with uranium is still semi-legal These days they sell Coke without calories Milk no fat, war without casualties Fat salaries, problem solved Gotta die when I say, must do what you're told, so yo [Hook] x2