to the tune of "Garry Owen"

For the "Prince of Darkness" and Glory, by Sgt. Skull

Well we don't fight for blood and soil
We're all hired guns for Standard Oil
We're vaccinated and totally loyal
For Richard Perle and Glory

We'll shoot your camels and burn your huts
We'll crack your skulls and kick your butts
We'll turn your daughters into sluts
For the Prince of Darkness and Glory.

We fight for kicks, we kill for gongs
We're packing too much boo in our bongs
We're totally nuts and this is our song
For the IMF and Glory

So now it's war no end, Amen!
So lock and load we're off again
Galloping off like Custer's men
For Richard Perle and Glory

So saddle up and draw your swords
We're off to charge the Afghan hordes
It's a body bag or the looney ward
For Richard Perle and Glory

So grab your gats, we're good to go
Don't stop us now we're on a roll
We'll get Osama's head on a pole
For the New World Order and Glory

So fall in guys, salute the flag
Hail the Glorious Imperial Rag
Now slaughter them wogs until you gag
For Richard Perle and Glory

Little lost lambs who've gone astray
Will all be shipped to Camp X-ray
We'll feed 'em bagles and make 'em obey
For Ariel Sharon and Glory

We are the boys who take delight
In cracking raghead skulls all night
We're just plain bored, that's why we fight
For Richard Perle and Glory

So dig in guys, we're here to stay
We've got to make a pipeline pay
From Kandahar to East L.A.
For Oliver North and Glory

We'll cull the herd, we'll thin the flock
We'll hose them peasants round the clock
Cause we all work for Tavistock
For the New World Order and Glory

We're nothing much just freaking mercs
With booze and dope and whores for perks
But times are tough, we need the work
For Richard Perle and Glory

We all work for the you-know-whos
They own the banks, they own the news
They want the whole world for their zoo
For Richard Perle and Glory

And if the Moon offends the Jews
I guess we'll have to bomb it too
Whatever they tell us on the news
For Garry Owen and Glory

A Bilderburger a side of fries
A little plastic bag of lies
Bon Appetit we're off to die
For Richard Perle and Glory

So put the Green Machine in gear
We're off to get some trophy ears
And then we'll stop and hoist some beers
For Garry Owen and Glory

So sign up if you want some fun
Yeah Chicken Little better run
We're hunting heads, we're high-tech Huns
For Globalism and Glory

And here's our big strategic plan
We'll bomb everything that ends in "stan"
That's how we earn our pay, my man
For Richard Perle and Glory

And after we finish doing that
HI! HO! we're off to blitz Iraq
We can always claim they're running smack
For Richard Perle and Glory

So line 'em up, we'll open fire
We'll kill 'em all Hurrah! Hurrah!
We love our work, we're guns for hire
For Richard Perle and Glory

We'll waste 'em all, we'll slay and rout
We'll let Allah sort 'em out
We don't care squat what it's about
For OPEC cash and glory

Our satanic bosses sure are swell
They've shipped us to this Roach Motel
And when we die we'll burn in Hell
For the Bohemian Grove and Glory

We've hocked our souls, we've turned to beasts
We'll guzzle blood till we're obese
But we don't care 'cause we're wild geese
For Skull and Bones and Glory

It should come as no surprise
That if we're caught we're skinned alive
We're so glad to give our hides
For the Prince of Darkness and Glory

There was a dozen virgins
Friesians, Danes and Franks
We took them for some swifan
And all we got were wanks

Oh, we are Beowulf's army
Each a mighty thane
We'll pummel your asses
And ravage your lasses
Then do it all over again

The fattest of the virgins
I knew her for a whore
I gave her all my codpiece
And still she wanted more

Oh, we are Beowulf's army
Each a mighty thane
We'll pummel your asses
And ravage your lasses
Then do it all over again

Her sister was from Norway
She cost me 20 groats
She showed me there was more ways
Than one to sow my oats

Oh, we are Beowulf's army
Each a mighty thane
We'll pummel your asses
And ravage your lasses
Then do it all over again

Her mother was from Iceland
And she was mighty hot
She'd need a whole damn iceberg
To cool her burning twat.

Oh, we are Beowulf's army
Each a mighty thane
We'll pummel your asses
And ravage your lasses
Then do it all over again