If the tough guys call you chicken sh**
And you are scared to d**h
If you are so lonely that
You can't even see yourself in the mirror
Where'd you find so many friends and become
As man as man can be
There is just one right answer - Join the army!
They know how to cure your king
No more you feel ill
"Search and destory" that's the spirit
All that moves you k**
Think about the great feling when a
Concrete face general yells at you
Yes sit! May I lick your boots or
Do your highness use dry cleaning
When you play war he can play god and
Let repressed feelings out
Feel the satisfaction of that crooked
Speech disordered soul
[Leads: Roope, Roope & Jiri, Jiri]
Isn't it fun to cherish a big gun!
Reminds you about someting you have small
Eating corn flakes every morning
Makes you strong and grow so tall
If you wanna be a good boy
You will k** enough
You got yourself a piece of iron
Reputation you're tough
That goes on in your mind
No decisions for you to make
You're not here to serve your native country
Just one pervert fruit cake