Enlisted Men Songtext
von Rob Bravery

Commonplace aspirations
Drain the color from the face
Dug you hollow, made a man of you too soon
A hurried application

Infancy and a tendency
To iron out the creases
Where the sprightly fail
And the sane prevail when
You′ve exhausted all the avenues
Who you gonna change into?


Enlisted men up to the same old tricks
Out in the sticks
Six-figure freaks, acceptance seekers
Any opportunity
Any opportunity

Projection (Projection)
A photogenic romance
Lifted from a catalogue
She's an extension
Of your prized possessions
I suspect she calls you "baby"
Yeah, no fucking shit, honey

Enlisted men up to the same old tricks
Out in the sticks
Salary stalkers, money talkers
Any opportunity
Any opportunity
Any opportunity