Veni vidi vici, I strolled across the sand
Murder weapon clenched in my hand
And I saw 'em squatting there
Enemy or friend, I really didn't care

Policy of death, I'm just doing my job
Policy of profit, I'm just a poor working slob
I was working for the government

That's why I kill in Nicaragua
I'm not bothered by the mindless slaughter

Policy of obedience, I'm just doing my job
Policy of subservience, I'm just a poor working slob
I was working for the government

Veni vidi vici, I came and killed 'em all
Yeah, I came to set 'em free
The freedom not to be commies
But to be like you and me
What is freedom anyway?