The International M.M.A (The Mild Mannered Army)

The mild mannered army combats the bitterness inside of me,
Melting my gun, two become one.
The orders from the officers benefit all of the soldiers;
We train and we sweat and soon becomes vets.
Hated and wasted but why?
No good reason to save them, ‘cause they can save us all.
We’ve take all these measures to sever their cause,
but they don’t need a cure, they need a war.
The mild mannered army incites a regular group orgy;
Gonna get scarred, flesh within bomb.
Design and talk to (??), but the sword is also phallic.
There are choices to kill and choices to fill.
Commit an act of murder to further the war,
but they stand a chance to fight the enemy boys with love.
Hated and wasted, but why?
No good reason to fear them, just cheer them on.
I’d risk my life for the army, a POW for eternity.
Prison is fun when my army has won.
We’ve taken all these measures to sever their cause,
but they don’t need a cure, they need a war.
Meeting in the sauna, we rub down each other.
Peace can beget from buggery, I’ll bet.