Unfit For The Army

It was just a rainy Tuesday in the summer of '89
I was there to meet a "Patriot"
One of those of the Killing Kind
So we met in his favourite hangout
The "Gasoline Road Bar and Grill"
"Just look for the skinhead with the rose tattoo:
It's me"

That fuckin' head was a landscaper
When he left daddy, mom and school
He didn't give a shit man
He was born to fight and lose
He had always seen himself as a singer in a Band
As a fighting warrior
A kind of beast out of control

While I was Unfit for the Army ...

He looked down on me
I was 20, Wild and free
"You will come to a sticky end"
Come on soldier take a look at yourself!
Now man don't you get me wrong
I think it's something in my blood
An' it runs in the Family:
The reason why they rejected me

As Unfit for the Army ...

Die!