Two years at Ohio State;
He was a boy,
He was not a man.
Karl Marx and Ho Chi Minh,
Politics he'd never understand.

Please tell me,
How does it feel?
How does it feel to kill?
So tell me,
How does it feel?
How does it feel to kill?

Up to your neck
In blood and guts, boy
One more body bag to fill.
Tricky dick and LBJ,
Almost makes me want to kill, kill, kill.

Oh, tell me,
How does it feel?
How does it feel to kill?
so tell me,
Please tell me;
How does it feel?
How does it feel to kill?

Why'd so many have to die?
Fathers, brothers, our mothers' sons.
Politicians, foolish pride.
And wars they knew could not be won.

How does it feel to, kill, kill?