VERSE 1
Give a man a chainsword, he’ll decapitate your ass
Teach him how to use it, he’ll cut the planet in half
He’ll turn alien warriors into soft mashed potatoes
Leave them stinking up the air like rotten tomatoes
Such is the life of Private Chester W. John
A space marine hero and a political pawn
Fighting a war across the dark side of the universe
Where treaties are nothing more than useless words
VERSE 2
If he questions the Sergeant, he’ll get locked in a cage
If he keeps it bottled up, he’ll have no outlet for his rage
“The hideous creatures have no dreams of their own
It’s either you with a medal or them with your bones”
Hack and slash while never sleeping a single wink
Chester’s meant to follow orders, not independently think
He’s got a construction job waiting at the end of his duty
Be a good little capitalist, not a pixie boy cutie
VERSE 3
The space war is over and he gets a shiny medal
Chester wanted a parade, but he’ll have to settle
For a discount at Hooters and Dave & Busters
With the little bit of money that he’s able to muster
His body’s back on earth, but his mind is out in space
It’s an ordinary life, but he’s got blood on his face
The tears never came and he’ll never be the same
But at least he got his fifteen short minutes of fame
VERSE 4
He tosses and turns in his bedroom at night
Submachine gun to his left, chainsword to his right
Everything around him looks like alien slime
In civilian life, they call his violence a crime
Nobody taught Chester how to turn it all off
If he tried it in the war, they’d call him soft
Those alien planets were where he truly belonged
Here come the hot tears, there’s no need to be strong
