Gul Mudin, pop-pop-poppy
Fantasy of kill team
Sergeant Gibbs cut off your finger
Andy Holmes put it in a sock
Bravo Company, 3rd Platoon
Pool of blood reflecting the sky
Blowing out savages
Beating off military
Corporal Jeremy
Open mouthed and idiotic
Firefly seen by
Daylight is but a bug
Oh, close your eyes, Mudin
You’re aglow in the night
Queer for death, pup pup army
Stoned on hash, porta-potty
In the dust they pushed your father
But you climb into his heart
Curling up into a ball
Rest your head upon his hate
Judgement will never be lifted
A crow taps the face of your son
The Virgin might could not clip its wings
For hell is hot, hell is hot, Satan’s cock, hell is hot
Blowing out savages
Beating off military
Corporal Jeremy
Open mouthed and idiotic
Firefly seen by
Daylight is but a bug
Oh, close your eyes, Mudin
You’re aglow in the night