They say that when you were little you swam to neighbour's fish trap
He didn't get to save you in time
You got a bad deprivation of oxygen in your head
You got a necrosis between your ears, yeah yeah yeah
Go to work in the army
Just go to work there
Go to work in the army
Just go to work there
Just go to work there, no one will call you names
No matter how messed up your head is
The same kinds of birds fly together
Kinsmen, nutcases live with you, yeah
Go to work in the army
Just go to work there
Go to work in the army
Just go to work there