Be the Best (Politics part 1)

by Just Another Romantic   Feb 22, 2006


Be the Best
BOO YAH is what we scream
we\'ve been trained to kill
we are the best
we are the greatest
and i don\'t car what you think

you don\'t understand how we are
how we live
you may think we are not smart
we not that bright
because instead we choose to fight

but we are here to conquer, to liberate to invade to kill
we are the greatest
we have no remorse we will destroy
don\'t think we are trigger happy
we not gun ho

we just want to shoot to feel
we want the kill as the sweat drips off our body
when i see the target in practice
i love the death in the air
i want the smell
i want the taste of blood of my enemies

i got drafted in, to Vietnam
i grabbed my gun
my rifle is my right arm
my platoon serves the country we live in
and i hear the choppers in the sky
the smell of napalm in the morning

My platoon killed and left no one behind
we destroyed enemies
anyone who try to kill us
were now in hell burning down
we reached to a village of innocence
when i leanrt about love and met this girl

but one night the platoon cut and raped
and i saw some of my friends in disgrace
their killed the innocent and ran away
they called the choppers in
and blew the village to dust

i couldn\'t believe what was things to come
the innocent dying
for my love was dead shot down in my arms
and when i return with a medal i look and see there was no bravery

i sit at home with war wounds
a scar that leaves a bruise in my heart
i see the photos of a past behind
the friends who died
will be remembered in all of time
for those who slaughter for the thrill
i will not feel

so i stand no longer proud of the army
and i don\'t want to be the best
i rather be stuck like all the rest
i don\'t want to kill like if it is a test
i want bend and break
like i was in the platoon again
so i say *!?£ to you
and ?!%* the best
i rather be just like the rest

(Based on Vietnam veterans experience, a family friend)

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