Take Off the Uniform
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

If I stand in front of you
Can you pull the trigger
How does it make you feel
Is your courage a bit bigger

If you shoot into a crowd
and a child cries out loud
If his mother rushes you
Will you also shoot her too

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

You are a coward and a traitor
You are serving a tin god
Take off the uniform
You should never have it on

You are following orders
You are just doing your job
That is what cowards say
They think they'll get away

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Tell them you resign
Take you lumps and walk away
Come over to our side

Does what you're doing make you proud
Can you talk about it out loud
You will never have a friend
Best put a bullet in your brain

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Just wait a little longer
You will stand before a jury
They are not going to forget
The ones they had to bury

Remember Nuremberg, remember Abu Ghraib
You can't do what they say
You are a psycho just like them
And for this you'll have to pay

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Come over to our side

Come over to our side
Come over to our side
Come over to our side

Take Off the Uniform

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Take Off the Uniform

I and Ai