Your Brother May Be Your Enemy
Your brother may be your enemy. You listen to me and a dead brother will be. March and shoot at the faces that I see. It’s the pay check that writes what we kill to be free. You march with me and you will see. You have no rights unless the business concedes. Your brother may be your enemy for to your soul we hold the deed.
The enemies are anyone we are paid. Our job is not to get laid. At home you may have wished to stayed.
Your brother may be your enemy. You listen to me and a dead brother will be. March and shoot at the faces that I see. It’s the pay check that writes what we kill to be free. You march with me and you will see. You have no rights unless the business concedes. Your brother may be your enemy for your soul we hold the deed.
The enemies are every where. If you are killed we don’t care. You can become one of us if you shave your hair.
(Repeat chorus until all enemies are dead…)