Gwar

I hear your piteous shrieking
In this land of death
And boils and bees and RPG's
And piles of prisoners masturbated on
Now you are on fire
You curse the choice you made
Your Humvee a pyre your life to expire
Your face and a name and a corpse that's bathed in flames
Come join the War Party
And see exotic lands
Your blood has stained the desert sands
Aaaaahhh...
I hear your body burning
A piping and piteous sound
The crows tears apart your corpse after the flames have gone down
You're dragged through the streets
With a chain 'round your neck
Hung from a bridge on the outskirts of town
They never find your head
Come and join the War Party
And see exotic lands
Your blood has stained the desert sands
Your blood is running through your hands
Still you expect pity
And you shall recieve none
Why did death come hard for you