歌词
My cousin is in Colombia
Hunting down the rebels
Over fields of bright and shiny coca
Over the jungle floor
One-handing a.32
He says, "Bring 'em down low now
I'm ready to go"
Hunk kids in camouflage
Rain down bullets and fly
The white light, barefoot boys
Run for your lives
But you can't be nice
You put your gun to the head
And you pull back the pin
And you can't be good
My friend is based in Afghanistan
He goes from cave to cave
And pulls the trigger
At the first sight of a man
It's total anarchy
Shooting tracer bullets at night
High and holy
Patrolling the poppy fields
But you can't be good
You hold up the bloody knife
And let it shine in the sun
You gotta be everywhere
I'm a guard in Guantanamo
I bring the prisoners in
The hoods come off
And torture slowly begins
The screams I've overheard
It'd fuck up a weaker man
But I'm cold, I'm so untouchable
You can't be nice
Got a flak jacket on
And my soul with me tonight
And you can't be good
