For Four Flies
Tanks rolling in, smoke covers the Sun,
the infantry march on, hanging onto their gun.
"Where are we going , where are we heading, sir?"
"Eliminate all hostiles, storm the front and don't stir!"
Coming back to reality, I'm just having some fun.

For Four Flies over the skies,
the teachers used papers to mesmerize
us and "mock" us with all these mocks.
Its kinda driving me crazy as I gnaw on my socks,
my brain seems to explode and shrink in size.

You can't hide, these are preparations for the real thang,
as I write down these words battle songs were sang.
Brain cramps, sniffing, coughing, sneezing, nose bleeds,
its all a game and we're part of the seeds,
that is going to rock the bloody Brits at Cambridge with a big bang.