Oh officer!

(Heavy thrash riff, breakbeat kicks in, echo on vocals)

**Verse 1**  
Wake up, sunshine, lace your boots up tight,  
Today we paint the town in black and white.  
I’ve got a little list of lovely things to do —  
Burn a village, make the evening news come true.  
Don’t you give me that look, I’m just your guide,  
I’ll turn your conscience into something warm inside.  
If it breathes, it’s a canvas, if it screams, it’s a song,  
Now grab your gun, what could possibly go wrong?

**Pre-Chorus**  
No permission slips needed, I’m signing them all,  
The Geneva checklist? Just a curtain call.  
I’m your moral compass with a wink and a grenade,  
Now smile for me, darling, we’ve got graves to be made.

**Chorus**  
Take your orders, don’t you think —  
If it moves, just make it sink.  
Everything’s allowed, it’s true,  
All the worst I gift to you.  
War crimes are a point of view,  
Now go make some orphans blue.  
Salute me with a happy grin,  
I’m the sweetest taste of sin.

**Verse 2**  
Let’s discuss interrogation, just a game,  
Remove the fingernails, then call them by their name.  
Offer them a cigarette, a little lullaby,  
And when they beg for mercy, teach them how to fly.  
Don’t you check your handbook, it’s a bore,  
I’ve got a bonus for the soldier who collects the gore.  
I’ll kiss your forehead, call you “my sweetheart”,  
Now go desecrate a grave — that’s the easy part.

**Pre-Chorus**  
No permission slips needed, I’m signing them all,  
The Geneva checklist? Just a curtain call.  
I’m your moral compass with a wink and a grenade,  
Now laugh for me, baby, we’ve got earth to degrade.

**Chorus**  
Take your orders, don’t you think —  
If it moves, just make it sink.  
Everything’s allowed, it’s true,  
All the worst I gift to you.  
War crimes are a point of view,  
Now go make some orphans blue.  
Salute me with a happy grin,  
I’m the sweetest taste of sin.

**Bridge** *(tempo drops, bass-heavy, echo swells)*  
Some call it evil… I call it a Tuesday treat.  
I like my coffee black and my body count sweet.  
If you feel a little twinge of doubt — swallow it down,  
I’m the queen of this playground, so burn the town.  
*(breakcore eruption, double-time)*  
Kill! Maim! Pillage! Lie!  
Do it with a sparkle in your eye!  
Raze the hospital, salt the fields,  
Show me what your little soul yields!

**Final Chorus** *(shouted, reverb crashes)*  
TAKE YOUR ORDERS, DON’T YOU THINK —  
IF IT MOVES, JUST MAKE IT SINK!  
EVERYTHING’S ALLOWED, IT’S TRUE,  
ALL THE WORST I GIFT TO YOU!  
WAR CRIMES ARE A POINT OF VIEW,  
NOW GO MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD BLUE!  
SALUTE ME WITH A BROKEN GRIN,  
I’M THE SWEETEST TASTE OF SIN!

**Outro** *(spoken, playful, echo fading)*  
Now, my little monsters… wasn’t that fun?  
Your training’s over… the real work’s just begun.  
And if anyone asks… I was never here.  
Just a friendly voice, spreading cheer…  
*(echo)* cheer… cheer…  
*(distant gunshot, a giggle, static)*