There are no more art museums to guard
The lab is out of white lab coats
Cause there are no more slides and microscopes
But there are still careers in combat, my son
There are still careers in combat, my son
There are no more roles on TV shows
There are no road-cone dispensing jobs
There are no spots left for park ranger
Cause there are no bears left to save you from
But there are still careers in combat, my son
There are still careers in combat, my son
“If we ruin the economy enough, people will have no choice but to enlist.”