Canned Meat

We’re blowin’ up the country, boy don’t you wanna go
We’re blowin’ up the country, boy don’t you wanna go
If you don’t hurry up, it won’t be there no more
We’re going, we’re going where the temperature is fine
In the middle of the day, hardly a hundred and nine
We can jump in the humvee, roll over a mine.
Ain’t no rebels in the city, still we blew it away
Ain’t no rebels in the city, still we blew it away
All this fussing and fighting man, sure does make my day.
Now sonny pack your gunny sack, the transport’s leavin’ today
If I told you where we’re goin’ I’d hafta kill ya, OK?
But it sure ain’t the USA
‘Cause there’s a brand new war and you’ll all get to play
No use of you running, or screaming and crying
Just shut your piehole and try and keep from dyin’.