Heated Pool And Bar Lyrics - Singles - John Vanderslice

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 

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 

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 

Got a flak jacket 

On my soul with me tonight 

And you can't be good