F.M.U.S.A.

I lived in tunnels

Sometimes there was no rice and the water was bad

I was married, and very happy

My husband was just a regular guy, but he was killed

In my room, light from a light bulb

Smoke from fire

I think of Sony and Toyota

I see smiling faces, nights without fear

Holding a man who won't be gone when day comes

I dream too, Yankee

On R&R here comes a walking paycheque

Back from the front, he's going to have some fun

Holding rubbers and a gun

The grunt will grunt & the girl will take a raincheck

He ain't going to be the first

G.I. on a two day pass

A G-string separates the words

Writ in lipstick across her ass

F.M.U.S.A.

F.M.U.S.A.

Pump it up, but first you pay

F.M.U.S.A.

I dream too, Yankee

F.M.U.S.A.

I'm down on my knees, I'm saying

In this freefire zone he wants to be unseen

Acid, junk, and speed help his heart freeze

He wants a woman to do him on her knees

Says "No blue eyed blondes back home believe in me"

He needs the gook girl

While she spills his seed

She says "If I weren't doing you I'd be V.C."

F.M.U.S.A.

F.M.U.S.A.

Pump it up, but first you pay

F.M.U.S.A.

I dream too, Yankee

F.M.U.S.A.

I'm down on my knees, I'm saying

Yo. I come from Detroit. Motor City? Yeah.

I never had nothing.

Shit. Probably won't live that long

It's the Brothers get most combat missions

Putting our asses on the line

While all the rich kids finish college

But we party

Yeah we get R + R.

We party seriously man

Stoned out of our fucking trees

Hunting that Saigon Poontang,

You know what I mean

Them bitches are fucking wild.

F.M.U.S.A.

F.M.U.S.A.

Pump it up, but first you pay

F.M.U.S.A.

I dream too, Yankee

F.M.U.S.A.

I'm down on my knees, I'm saying

F.M.U.S.A.

F.M.U.S.A.

Pump it up, but first you pay

F.M.U.S.A.

I dream too, Yankee