Gul Mudin, pop pop poppy
Fantasy, of kill team
Sgt. Gibbs cut off your finger

Andy Holmes put it in a sock
Bravo company 3rd platoon
Pool of blood reflecting the sky

Blowing out savages
Beating off military
Corporal Jeremy

Open mouthed and idiotic
Fire fly seen by
Day light is but a bug

Close your eyes Mudin
You're aglow in the night
Queer for death pup pup army

Stoned on hash, porta potty
In the dust they pushed your father
But you climb into his heart

Curling up into a ball
Rest your head upon his hate
Judgement will never be lifted

A crow taps the face of your sons
The Virgin might could not clip its wings
For hell is hot, hell is hot, Satan's @@#!, hell is hot