I got a story to tell, I listen up real well, pay attention this way to what I've got to say. Took it to the street, got to the people we meet, now we're rockin' out hard to the suicide beat. So we put up a fight, just two of our friends, we try to call it a day. Saw the way we look, and that's all day, and shook, that's all day. You know what they have this game for? Just get with me. Oh boy. Mighty Mighty T. We're the few and the proud, we like to jam it loud. The music we play won't have it any other way. We're off to the fun with our music and our tone. We're groovin' on the street to the sound of our beat. Goin' live here every day, and every time we hide. Don't need my colors, and we're just a hard rockin' band. We like our music to please, but we ain't gonna appease. No pressure's too much to make us sing. Y'all know how it's done. That's it. No way. We're not your game. We're the few and the proud. Don't cheat, don't fool, don't let your prejudice rule. Don't judge by your appearance, judge by your ears. Can't believe every word of every story you've heard. Just play your song, and show yourself around the world. I don't care about the clothes you wear. It's the size of your heart, not the length of your hair. Don't make no difference to me, the colors that you keep. Black, white, and brown, it's all the same to me. Join the army. Join the army. Join the army. Join the army. The suicide armies. The suicide armies. Well, if you still don't believe, you'd best get up and leave. Do what you must do, but this ain't the place for you. You got the right, but if you start to play, we'll be rocking your head. This is it, I'll fight it with the best I've got to give. Destiny won't let me stay in the white of dread. Though black won't fit, and you won't come to get it. But ask for more, and I'm with the army. New York. London. Venice. Miami. Suicide Iraq. Join the army. Suicide Iraq. Join the army. Suicide Iraq. Join the army. Suicide Iraq. I want you to join the army.