My cousin is in columbia Hunting down the rebels Over fields of bright and shiny coca Over the jungle floor One-handing a 32 He says: "bring her down low now, I'm ready to go."? "I hunt kids in camouflage Rain down bullets in flight, white light, Barefoot boys run for your lives."? But you can't be nice You put your gun to their head And you pull back the pin And you can't be good My friend is based in afghanistan He goes from cave to cave and pulls the trigger At the first sight of a man It's total anarchy Shooting tracer bullets at night A high and holy patrol into poppy fields But you can't be good You hold up the bloody knife And let it shine in the sun You gotta be everywhere I'm a guard in guantanamo I bring the prisoners in The hoods come off and torture slowly begins The screams I've overheard It'd fuck up a weaker man But I'm cold, I'm so untouchable And you can't be nice I got a flak jacket On my soul with me tonight And you can't be good