HEY ASSHOLE
COWBOY'S WASTED
YER FRESH OUTTA FRIENDS

Tropic thunder
Land down under
Over there
Shave my hair
Thousand yard stare
Gunsmoke in the air
And flames
Even when it rains
Which is all the time
Can't wash off my grime
From this place
Wiped out a whole fuckin race
Burn the trace
Piss where they once ate
No more
Dicks fallin off sleepin wit whores
Fuck war
Saigon
Why'd I gon?
Cause i'm a hero
Death count zero
For now
Till tomorrow come around
Always lookin down
At the ground
Bombs
John's scared
I don't fucking care
Dry shit in underwear
Papa bear comin thru
Dust off, 1 2
Foxtrot, we can't hear you
Do another run over ma-hee-wa-hee-lee-hoo
See em how we do
When they seein two
Lucy got me see through
Hey did you see who
Shot mine
Blood soakin thru my peace sign
No time to whine
Jus another parta the grind
Jungle rhythm
Take me with em
At least away from here
For a fatty an a cold beer
With no fears
Death's always near
Come with me dear
Show you my humpin gear

Backups gettin thin
Never gonna win
Tryna get out but stay in
Tact
In fact fuck that
I wanna be a fuckin tunnel rat
Leave the colt rollin wit the ol school baseball bat
Not dyin lame
Goin out with 12 heads and a handle to my name
Vietname
What was it worth
Fifty years later moms still givin fucked up births
Agent Orange


Nothing rhymes with Agent Orange