This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun This is a rifle, this is a gun This is for killing and this is for fun When the boys cry, in the morning light And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside And they all feel blue, ´cause theyre waiting still For the enemy on the other side theyre going to kill You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody You better kill When the bombers come, with the rising sun And the dreams of glory and blue eyed heros all have gone On the other side sits the enemy And Im sure he wont invite for a cup of tea