Camouflage

We act on animal instinct, survival of the primitive
Invade your camp, then set up a perimeter
Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence
Order from the President to document this evidence
A company commander, this is my version of capital
Punishment scars from carving out shards of shrapnel
Attacking with passion, the movement of murderers intimate
In hand-to-hand combat or atomic bombs that disintegrate
Let me reiterate in a state of neurosis
A license to kill plus an expert with explosives
Assault forces, feel the shell shock
Section 8 sounds great, give me a cell block
As sure as hell's hot, I'd rather go there
Crouch down, jungle fatigue, guerrilla warfare
On watch, think about the bullets I've dodged
Light a smoke and post it up for the night in camouflage

I make my face stick with paint stick
Today's the dawn of the infected insects
Bees, butterflies, beetles, and panzer dragons
There's danger of Ganser Syndrome in my squadron
We hate them all, that's why we made the eight ball
The milk and water taste like typhoid and protocol
Sleep deprivation, magic carpet bombing riding
Talking to my gas mask, walking down the thin red line
You're currently tuned in to NBC
The only channel that you get is from my M-16
I lace my boots and place my troops
I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than I am of the paratroops
I'm in the shit box reading Alfred Hitchcock
Five minutes later I'm bleeding out my snot box
I see the witch doc, he says it's rice grains
Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with anthrax
Operation Peking, take the ground back
It's found in brown wraps
And in the toilet paper issued in your rucksack
Agent N, Agent X for the fade to black
Camouflage