two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man

karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand



please tell me how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?

so tell me, how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?



up to your neck in blood and guts boy

one more bodybag to fill

tricky dick and LBJ

almost makes me want to kill, kill, kill, oh tell me



how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?

so tell me, please tell me, how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?



why'd so many have to die, fathers, brothers, our mothers' sons

politicians' foolish pride, a war they knew could not be won

how does it feel to, kill, kill?