John Vanderslice - Heated Pool And Bar Lyrics
my cousin is in columbiahunting down the rebelsover fields of bright and shiny cocaover the jungle floorone-handing a 32he says: bring her down low now, I'm ready to go.?I hunt kids in camouflagerain down bullets in flight, white light,barefoot boys run for your lives.?but you can't be niceyou put your gun to their headand you pull back the pinand you can't be goodmy friend is based in afghanistanhe goes from cave to cave and pulls the triggerat the first sight of a manit's total anarchyshooting tracer bullets at nighta high and holy patrol into poppy fieldsbut you can't be goodyou hold up the bloody knifeand let it shine in the sunyou gotta be everywhereI'm a guard in guantanamoI bring the prisoners inthe hoods come off and torture slowly beginsthe screams I've overheardit'd ***** up a weaker manbut I'm cold, I'm so untouchableand you can't be niceI got a flak jacketon my soul with me tonightand you can't be good