Soldier of fortune, I've heard it all before Huge body counts are the fortune's loot Times are coming, I'm waiting for my war You cannot touch me, but you would if you could
Chamber a round, pull the bolt to the back Locked, cocked, ready to rock on full auto Torch a cowboy killer and crush the pack Happiness is a belt fed weapon at the slaughter
Death is itching at my neck, turning into a drag Unlivable dreams at all times of sleep You can see your own toe tag On a sanitary body bag People at home, full of denial weep
In through the abattoir It's hellish metal core I prostitute my talents for pay As your devoted killing whore In through the abattoir A pain I can't ignore I'm paid for every life I take A reaper of my own rewards
It was nice to know ya sarge You first broke me in Who's gonna notify your next of kin? I just seen ya get your ass get Blown into the wind Grenade in your mouth you Closed your eyes And you pulled the pin
Smoke is clearing sky is searing - Is it over yet? Am I dreaming? Someone's screaming I kick him off my bayonet Dust dries my eyes and stings my lips, yeah I turn my head to walk away - No more am I to sin
Chamber a round, pull the bolt to the back Locked, cocked, ready to rock on full auto Torch a cowboy killer and crush the pack Happiness is a belt fed weapon at the slaughter
In through the abattoir No one to save your life In through the abattoir Have to learn to stand and fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
