Lucky Stars (Thank Your)

It's easier now to measure up Than it's ever been By graduation, they'll have never been a kid Predisposed buzzcut A predestined grunt With adulation, they'll bring about a generous bid Ole' Uncle Sam Can't count on both hands How many young soldiers he's educated So thank your lucky stars They do their part In bringing us to reckoning Give me a number please I need something to remember me by Give me a number please Don't leave my identity to me Don't leave it to me No travel benefits Could set me free But that's good old-fashioned equity With prescription drugs and a little luck They'll work their way back up Their skin starts to rust As they wait for the bus The rain filling their styrofoam cup The chain of command Here in the homeland Will harvest your trust Only for war do they lust So thank your lucky stars They do their part In bringing us to reckoning Give me a number please I need something to remember me by Give me a number please Don't let my identity exceed It's set time in memory Then I'll be free And that's good old-fashioned mortality So thank Your lucky stars That our education Was even subpar Set quite a high bar But we left our mark, am I right? Brothers in arms, am I right? So don't be alarmed. We're alright I want you A freshly-picked youth Ripe for the troop And a three-volley salute