In Western Europe born and raised,<br />At the theater room where I spent most of my days,<br />Planning, plotting, and acting all cool,<br />And all shootin&#039; some traitors to instill fear in the fools,<br />When a couple of Allies who were up to no good<br />Started running forces through our neck of the woods,<br />We lost a couple of little fights and my generals got scared,<br />They said &quot;You&#039;re moving with your cabinet to the bunkers down there&quot;<br /><br />I waited for my escorts and when they came near,<br />The jeeps had troops and guns in the rear,<br />If anything I thought this protection was rare,<br />But I said &quot;Nah forget it, yo home to down there!&quot;<br /><br />I pulled up to the elevator at about seven or eight,<br />And yelled to the guys &quot;Yo troops, your medals come later&quot;<br />I looked at my bunker, I was finally there,<br />To settle my defeat as I breathed in stale air.