art of war

This is the beginning, I said
Of a beautiful day
Have to continue the battle
from where I left it yesterday

They give me medals
for the men I kill
I seem to enjoy it
Pure thrill

Some day I shall win
or so I think
but in the end I realize
it's just hoodwink

Now I know not what to do
for I've known nothing but fight
And I'd hate to go on like this
till the the day, the dust I bite