23 Mar 1998
Sterilized halls, immaculate lawns
Programmed minds, go above and beyond
We’ve got all our trash behind the gate
Regular pick-ups at quarter to eight
Secret documents, nope, they’re all gone
Torture manuals, what are you on
Our soldiers are good, honest and true
Even if sometimes we lose a few
He was a soldier, good, honest and true
His mind, well, he must have lost a few
He chose to live out on the street
I’m telling you man, he was really beat
When he came back, we shot him up
Who needs those bums and their cups
We forgot, for once, to clean up our mess
And now it’s news all over the U.S.