Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb verse 1: My cousin is in Columbia Hunting down the rebels Over fields of bright and shiny coca oh Over the jungle floor One-handing a 32 he says: Bring her down low now, I'm ready to go Hunt kids in camouflage Rain down bullets in flight White light barefoot boys run for your lives. Chorus 1: But you can't be nice You put your gun to their head and you Pull back the pin ohohohoh And you can't be good verse 2: My friend is based in Afghanistan He goes from cave to cave and Pulls the trigger at the first sight of a man It's total anarchy Shooting tracer bullets at night A high and holy patrol into poppy fields Chorus 2: But you can't be good You hold up the bloody knife and let it Shine in the sun ohohohoh You gotta be everywhere verse 3: I'm a guard in Guantanamo I bring the prisoners in The hoods come off and torture slowly begins The screams I've overheard It'd fuck up a weaker man but I'm Cold, I'm so untouchable Chorus 3: And you can't be nice Got a flak jacket on my Soul with me tonight ohohohoh And you can't be good