Johnny - Attitude Adjustment

Your arms and legs, are blown to bits

And your face is just the shits

You’re never gonna walk again

Always feeling hate and sin

Fought the good fight for your land

And now you’re dying by it’s hand

You’re living out your last cruel fate

Don’t matter, it’s too late

They make you blind

To lend a hand

They make you fight

For your land

They make you suffer

In cruel horror

They make you die

Fortheir honor

Fightfor conquest

No way!

Die for freedom?

No way!

Kill for honor?

No way!

Now you’re crippled, insane and numb

Now what do you got of your freedom?

You tought so hard for the victory

But what you got, but hate and misery?

The only winners in every war

Are the generals gaining ever more

You’re the loser of every war

Getting killed to even the score