VERSE 1
I call it ethnic cleansing, you call it spring cleaning
Took the word democracy, completely changed its meaning
Then you come back to the world to yell at your wife
And make a living hell out of my own goddamn life
Dropping your pants, showing me your dirty ass
Teabagging on Halo like you’re teaching pimp class
Ding-dong-ditch while you call me your little bitch
But these are just jokes designed to rip the last stitch
CHORUS
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
The manliest man you’ve ever seen!
Ends justify the meanest of means!
Yell “Hoorah!” like a fighting machine!
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
VERSE 2
You blame your worst mistakes on PTSD
It’ll take more than that to fool little old me
I set my boundaries and you knock them down
Play the biggest victim in the whole damn town
Everyone around you thanks you for your service
“Freedom isn’t free!”, now where have I heard this?
They’re buzzwords to justify machinegun fire
If only more people would see you as a liar
CHORUS
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
The manliest man you’ve ever seen!
Ends justify the meanest of means!
Yell “Hoorah!” like a fighting machine!
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
VERSE 3
I don’t give a damn about your Star Spangled Banner
It doesn’t mean shit when you lack basic manners
I don’t give a damn about your big fucking truck
You can drive it through sewage, get yourself stuck
I don’t give a damn about your precious Purple Heart
You probably dug it out from a box of Pop Tarts
Your insults and pranks were disguised as friendship
“Marine humor” to get you through a war so endless
PRE-CHORUS
The only twenty-one gun salute you’ll get
Is when they aim the rifles right at your head
Sociopathic brains run down the sewer drain
Thank you for your service, you little shit stain!
CHORUS
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
The manliest man you’ve ever seen!
Ends justify the meanest of means!
Yell “Hoorah!” like a fighting machine!
Dean McLean the Macho Marine!
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