Brothers in the Dirt

I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, wielding a terrible sword There never can be a peaceful accord, cllah is our glorious Lord cllahu akbar, God is great, fill me with holiest hate I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, holding a powerful sword Ten years ago remember the day we went to Perris Isle They taught us what we had to know in military style We filled our ranks with Rebs and Yanks to give the nation thanks We hounded 'em, we pounded 'em, and then we rolled the tanks Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul We want revenge until our pound of flesh is paid in full cnd we won't rest until we fill the cemeteries full Marching on to Baghdad marching on Kabul Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul We want revenge until our pound of flesh is paid in full cnd we won't rest until we fill the cemeteries full Marching on to Baghdad, marching on Kabul I am a soldier in the army of the Lord, wielding a terrible sword Fighting and smiting the infidel horde, cllah is our glorious Lord When the battles done, whether lost or won Our eyes will never see the sun In a world of hurt, where our blood did spurt We will be brothers in the dirt