BEHIND ENEMY LINES

	You've never dropped hard currency
	Behind enemy lines arsehole
	You tell me about Rap dancing mammas
	And the people you know
	In 1986 in the corp
	We were thirteen and they gave us an M16
	And you might call us the Hitler youth that's for sure
	But we were murderers for her Majesty the Queen
	I'll never let my soldiers do something I can't do myself
	Her name is Rosi
	The female embodiment of Christ himself
	We were on the government pay
	And we invaded South East Asia itself
	But that was a long time ago
	You can cry your bitter tears because you're just fucking yellow.
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