We were coming back from a tour
on a coach full of jar heads
we came back with money
these poor ******* were **** poor

So me and my boys stopped the bus
to the closest rub a dub
we had to hold beers to their faces some
for the had no ******* hands

So here we are in a back water garden
and me and my mates want to get back to the front
to **** the enemy
for we know them as c..ts

**** the medals
**** the false limbs
I beg your pardon
in this back water beer garden

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris