| Charlie Foxtrot | |
| This one's a long shot | |
| My one way out is melting in my hands | |
| Nearly the bitter end | |
| Out in one piece again | |
| March through this dream | |
| With my M16 | |
| Mind's busting seams | |
| Grip my M16 | |
| Thoughts are reeling | |
| People screaming | |
| No chance | |
| I'll ever be the same again | |
| Blindfold the freaks in my head | |
| All they can see is red | |
| March through this dream | |
| With my M16 | |
| Mind's busting seams | |
| Grip my M16 | |
| Human machine | |
| Spreading democracy with my | |
| M16 Charlie | |
| Foxtrot This one's a long shot | |
| My one way out is melting in my hands | |
| Nearly the bitter end | |
| Out in one piece again | |
| March through this dream | |
| With my M16 | |
| Mind's busting seams | |
| Grip my M16 | |
| American dream | |
| Flowing through my magazine | |
| Like blood of human machine | |
| To spread democracy | |
| You see we come in peace |