His name was Jimmy, I smashed his head
But it was a fucking accident
He stood right below my stratagem
And now his kids get to live tax-exempt
So that ain't that bad
That ain't that bad
As the commander said
He said: It's not my fault he's fucking dead
From friendly fire
It happens all the time
No men required
To warn you about the landmine
Friendly fire
You signed on the dotted line
You consented diver
To whatever which way you die
All the boys, they called him dumpster rat
I don't know why we fucking called him that
We were running from a bot attack
I fucking shot him, that's my bad
I still regret
I shot my best friend
But the commander said
He said: It's not my fault he's fucking dead
From friendly fire
It happens all the time
No men required
To warn you about the landmine
Friendly fire
You signed on the dotted line
You consented diver
To whatever which way you die
Woah-ah, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah!
