Got one chance, infiltrate them 
Get it right, terminate them 
The Panzers will, permeate them 
Break their pride, denigrate them 
And their people, retrograde them 
Typhus, detriate them 
Epidemic, devastate them 
Take no prisoners, cremate them 

Going to war, give'em [bad word] 
D-Day, next stop Normandie 
Beginning of the end 
We know how to and sure as [bad word] we'll win 
War is peace sure man 
retreat for the damned 
playground for the demented 
heaven for those who walk this world 
Bereft of heart and soul 
Love and war they're all as fair 
Take his life But won't take his hair 
Your body parts your country spares
By the way son here's Your wheelchair 

He once had to be all he could be 
Now he's nothing for no one nowhere to see 
Funny thing, he's like you & me 
It's a funny thing, a funny thing 
Tears streak his solemn stare 
Abandoned for wreckage nobody cares 
No one knew what would happen there 
No one spoke no one even dared 
Don't ask what you can do for your country 
Ask what your country can do for you 
Take no prisoners, take no [bad word]