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The Troops of Tomorrow
© September 9, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The troops of tomorrow are marching down the street
They’re ready for some action, not ready for defeat
The general screams for his men to follow their destiny
But the troops disobey and run from the enemy

The troops scattered loosely about in the woods nearby
Their trying to run and their attempt to hide
But they can’t escape the enemy’s power of destruction
Living under fear of their own bloody execution

Chorus:

The death toll reigns, the screams begin to yell
The troops of tomorrow are under living hell
They try to run but there is nowhere to hide
The troops to tomorrow can’t run from the beast inside

The troops of tomorrow are going insane
Hiding in the woods from the evil that reigns
Now the sky turned black and it’s dark outside
Half of the troops have by now been skinned alive

The cannibals drums grow louder and louder
As they’re moving closer for human clam chowder
They’re burning down the forests in which they’re hiding
Taking everything away which they used for disguising

Chorus:

The death toll reigns, the screams begin to yell
The troops of tomorrow are under living hell
They try to run but there is nowhere to hide
The troops to tomorrow can’t run from the beast inside

The troops of tomorrow are under turmoil and defeat
And their world around them has crumbled at their feet
Nobody has won until the end of the bloody war
And the troops of tomorrow can try to settle their score

It’s no longer just the troops – – It’s the whole human race
Trying to fight for freedom and glory and leave this place
But no one wins till all are dead.