You've had annMilitary theme drumming through your genesnAnd I guess you could say nature didn't roll your way.nBut the blues in your eyes were borne by the seasnThat your father once sailed, in the marines.nnAnd those eyes make no noisenWhen you spy on the boysnPasteurizing, pasteurizing.nOnly drowning in beer,nSubmerged, would you hear,nYou're homogenizing, homogenizing,nYou're homogenizing.nnYou've had a military theme drumming through your genes,nAnd I guess you could say nature didn't roll your way.n'Cause the pools of Hana won't wipe off those sinsnWhen the murkiness lies behind plastic skin.nnWhen the boys hate the femmesnGirls need strong mennIt's misogynistic, homophobic.nAnd in these doldrumsnWhere you corset our lovenI've gotta move onnNo matter how strongnI've gotta move on.nnYou’ve had annMilitary theme drumming through your genesnAnd I guess you could say nature didn't roll your way.