Bombfood - Artillery

All of your life

You idolized them

Those men with pride

Want to be like them

Never alone

All parts of a team

No course of their own

It sounds like a dream

Soldier

You’re not worth a damn

Take orders — is all that you can

Obey’em

They’ll teach you ev’ry rule

Bombfood — you’re nothing but a tool

made up your mind

The papers were signed

Recruited and paid

For wastin' your time

The sweat and the blood

A price you must pay

Work for your country

With nothing to say

The sergeant commands

To act like a rock

You had to admit

You ran out of luck

It’s not out of lust

It’s not even need

One thing’s for sure

Rocks don’t bleed

Repeat chorus

Grenades are hammering down on your head

You lie in your hole, you wish were dead

Your partner lies splattered all over the place

There’s no recognition he once had a face

You want you had stayed at home with your mum