My dear general, who commands our armies
Forgive me for bothering, but I have made my choice.
I am damned tired on all your propaganda,
If the good spirit of the troop it makes me see red
It makes me see blood, hearing you brag
Now r blood and guts flow and if your boys' courage
My bravery is at an end, I think to desert,
And do it as more than I thought out.
Soon is it an inspection, it's too hot in the sun here
Now I throw the gun and make a revolution
So almost over there, it gets r you destroy yourselves
I don't mean to disturb, I'm sticking out of here
Should it be the law of life, that man should be born
Simply to be killed, then one day you realize
That there are better fields, than battlefields where there is murder
And only death reaps and breaks your tents
I break your tents, and open war against need
And begin battle against death and disease and starve
And drag the people to where they die, and save the trillions
You waste on cannons and buy some butter
Yes, it will be as I want , then the general comes
With the whole arsenal, to us and helps
But I know what you do, the day you catch me
I get a shot in the the neck, it gets a deserter
It gets a deserter...

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