My Tank by The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets Lyrics

"What was the CIA agent doing in the reservoir?"
"Bobbing up and down, of course. He was dead."

My tank
My tank is big
My tank
Has the hugest treads
For crushing heads

My tank
My tank is fight
My tank
Has armor plate
To save me from hate

My tank
My tank is for death
My tank
Has a great big gun
That fires bullets that weigh a ton
My tank
Has a great big gun
My tank
Has armor plate
My tank
Has the hugest treads
I am me
I am my tank