two years at ohio state, he was a boy, he was not a man
karl marx and ho chi minh, politics he'd never understand

please tell me how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?
so tell me, how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?

up to your neck in blood and guts boy
one more bodybag to fill
tricky dick and LBJ
almost makes me want to kill, kill, kill, oh tell me

how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?
so tell me, please tell me, how does it feel, how does it feel to kill?

why'd so many have to die, fathers, brothers, our mothers' sons
politicians' foolish pride, a war they knew could not be won
how does it feel to, kill, kill?