Fame, travel, pride and glory
Are what they say they give
Sign your name on the dotted line
Are you gonna live?
Join on up, fight a war
The few, the proud, the dead
In your pretty uniform
You tread on bloody ground
Women and children, mangled flesh
Fame you never found
You can have your army
Walk as a living dead
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