Lyrics

We do our best
To kill and maim
All the kills
Count the same
Flyin' low
Dropping Frags
On refugees
Take their tags

Napalm sticks to kids
Napalm sticks to kids
Napalm sticks to kids

Guts, blood, and bullets
Pierce the skin
Men wept and women cried
Severed limbs
Nailed to trees
(but) what we really like
Is the children
Crisp and fried

Napalm sticks to kids
Napalm sticks to kids
Napalm sticks to kids