Listen

The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight

ListenThe soft purr of motorbikes ready to strike up the night alight

So don′t tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief

Take in the sights, this is shore leave

Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown

Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town

Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs

Make memories, haunting or fabled

The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry

Instilled in basic training

By standing in line today, you secure a place among the saints

Go get them, son, now your life begins

To die for your country does not win a war

To kill for your country is what wins a war

Don′t tell your name, don't ask for hers

In this land of oysters, you are the world

The painless, plainness of military life

Resumes tomorrow night

If not for you, it would've been cholera, malaria

Or some eastern disease

Forget about it, son

A slap is all you need

We did it all, we seen it all

And worse, much worse, son

The massacres of ages

Too many to recall

Limbs rendered birds by the speed they flew off

A soup nothingness that once was your best friend

Motherless children and temptress widows

The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable

Snivelling fuck, don′t stain this street

Lucky I don′t shoot you on the spot

Our bullets were made for men like you

The impotent idiots God forgot

Tonight you decide which corner takes residence

Which room looms forever in your mind

But now you're on your own

We don′t need men like you

Tonight you decide which corner takes residence

Which room looms forever in your mind

But now you're on your own, we don′t need men like you

Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!