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Ever since I was young I worked to my last breath
to be a razor-sharp instrument of death
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so that when we flew the enemy ran in fear.
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But now I'm checkin' off boxes, got my school in my joint
I'm a motherfuckin' killer on the Powerpoint
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Oh. Dear, God, in heaven what the fuck am I doing here?
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'Cause you told me I would be a fighter pilot, but you fuckin' lied
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my skills have sat for three long years now they've all but died
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God forbid we ever go to war. I'll just have to laugh
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'cause I'm gonna have to kick the commie's ass with everything I learned on the staff
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It don't make any sense to me
how you're gonna rain death with a master's degree
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maybe that school that I haven't been to yet
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but I'm learning everyday things that I never knew
how to fit into the system that completely fucks you
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when I get out it's a lesson I won't forget