Let me tell you something that I once did
You know I left my old lady locked in a fridge
She was a real Mos-cow
Who lived in frozen-chicken Kiev
Well I can’t say I miss her
But I’ll improve my aim every day…
I’m flying another mission to take out some Arabs
They hide in their hills and they wait in their caves
I blow away those mothers the moment they misbehave
And I fly and I shoot and I own the skies for today…
I shot down my twelfth fucking chopper today
I’ve got sand in my ass – much to my dismay…
Aim missiles – straight up his backside
Enemy counters – making evasive manoeuvres
Aim right – blow the son of a bitch out of the sky
Thank fuck – CIA brought fire into the sky…
I walk into the wreck and steal the cunt’s watches
I give them to my commander and he seems to be appeased
My comrades went missing when they went desert-ice fishing
I haven’t seen that Vlad on the base
I know he plays a mean Blues guitar
And Vodka runs through his veins
I’ll avenge my fallen brothers
I’ll kill those motherfuckers’ mothers, hey!
I shelled another village
Did some real bad damage
I made every single civilian pay
I sent them all to an early grave
And that’s all I got to say
Well I’ll see you in hell
You’re all gonna burn anyway!
Twenty-seven choppers – the body count keeps racking up!
Dobry utro – dead Russians are good Russians!
Get out fuckers – run back to your red fag flag!
Soviet Union – Sovereign States of Ruskie queers!
The corpses all seem to be smiling
Their faces all blown to shit
Their blood stains the desert sands red
Carnage and scrap metal litter the villages
Young children play with decapitated heads!
My fucking life came to an end
The day that I was born
All the people of the world
Will laugh this war to scorn
The allies we’ve made will turn on us
And hang us out to dry
Raining death from high above
Retribution from the sky!
History will not be kind to the losers and the winners will write our futures for we have succumb to the wrath of industry politics and extreme religion!
Our forefathers will rot in their graves while our children are made slaves to the proletariat and the untouchables!
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