It was just a rainy Tuesday in the summer of ‘89
I was there to meet a patriot
One of those of the killing kind
So we met in his favourite hangout
The gasoline road bar and grill
Just look for the skinhead with the rose tattoo
It’s me
That fuckin’ head was a landscaper
When he left daddy, mom and school
He didn’t give a shit man
He was born to fight and lose
He had always seen himself as a singer in a band
As a fighting warrior
A kind of beast out of control
While I was unfit for the army
(I was)
(I was)
(I was) unfit for the army
(I was) unfit for the army
He looked down on me
I was 20, wild and free
You will come to a sticky end
Come on soldier take a look at yourself!
Now man don’t you get me wrong
I think it’s something in my blood
An’ it runs in the family
The reason why they rejected me
As unfit for the army
Die!
