The sergeant is teaching the boys how to kill
And now the thought of blood and guts gives them a thrill
He claims that their enemies are communistic foes
And the boot camp choir solutes as they go:

"Sir, yes sir we're just cogs in this war machine
Sir, yes sir we know that freedom will never be free
And we're willing to kill and to die in that blood red sea"

Being a soldier makes you a man
With death in your eyes and a cannon in your hands
My mind has been molded and I am so proud
Thus I'll put my hand over my brow as I shout:

"Sir, yes sir I'm just a cog in this war machine
Sir, yes sir I know that freedom will never be free
And I'm willing to kill and to die in that blood red sea"

Like raging ants we scatter the fields
With our death claws open awaiting our next meal
We've all trained hard and we've all trained well
To be masters of death in the fields of Hell