Sign away four years of your life That's twenty years of hyper-sleep Just to hunt for things that creep See the stars, see the galaxy Belt of Orion and Saturn's rings And lots of creeping crawling things
Corporate colonist creation Now an infestation The company that owns you Says that you've got killing to do
Every paycheck is a fortune Every meal a banquet We do our jobs and we get paid Xenomorph is in our midst Bane of ungrateful colonists Just empty your clip into it
We are burned, we are bittne All to serve the needs of them We endanger species The company makes them live again
Guns on mechanical arms Kill with ease But keep your shotgun handy For close encounters
Get hot people We got a job to do What are you? State of the badass art Lean mean Absolutely badasses We're gonna conquer We're gonna get some
Insectiod or arthropod Only need to know one thing Multi-legged many eyed Where they are Cause we've got the biggest guns This is not standup fight Do your job your just a grunt This is just a fucking Bug Hunt
Via con dio robot friend I'll tell you this again We always live to see it done We keep the colonies clean In space no one can hear An alien scream At the hands of Space Marines It's a Bug HuntTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
