Now that we've all got New Standards
I scored in Mental Group IV
I got my one-way ticket
Enlisted in the Moron Corps
Bullet stopper in the Army
10th percentile low IQ
McNamara needs warm bodies
Uncle Sam needs men like you!
Now war's a dirty ugly business
You all don't need to know that much
Just sign your name on this line here
We'll get you just dead enough
Absolute cannon fodder
20000 wounded men
Three times the fatalities
Five thousand five hundred dead
Another yankee war project
Another village lies dead
Bleeding children grasp at corpses
They watched their parents torn to shreds
They called us McNamara's Morons
Not even smart enough to lie
Can't name the country where my corpse is
But I can hold a gun and die
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Now that we've all got New Standards
I scored in Mental Group IV
I got my one-way ticket
Enlisted in the Moron Corps
Bullet stopper in the Army
10th percentile low IQ
McNamara needs warm bodies
Uncle Sam needs men like you!
Now war's a dirty ugly business
You all don't need to know that much
Just sign your name on this line here
We'll get you just dead enough
Absolute cannon fodder
20000 wounded men
Three times the fatalities
Five thousand five hundred dead
Another yankee war project
Another village lies dead
Bleeding children grasp at corpses
They watched their parents torn to shreds
They called us McNamara's Morons
Not even smart enough to lie
Can't name the country where my corpse is
But I can hold a gun and die
I scored in Mental Group IV
I got my one-way ticket
Enlisted in the Moron Corps
Bullet stopper in the Army
10th percentile low IQ
McNamara needs warm bodies
Uncle Sam needs men like you!
Now war's a dirty ugly business
You all don't need to know that much
Just sign your name on this line here
We'll get you just dead enough
Absolute cannon fodder
20000 wounded men
Three times the fatalities
Five thousand five hundred dead
Another yankee war project
Another village lies dead
Bleeding children grasp at corpses
They watched their parents torn to shreds
They called us McNamara's Morons
Not even smart enough to lie
Can't name the country where my corpse is
But I can hold a gun and die
Writer: John Hancock
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC