Boots stepping on the concrete where the rocks meet

Night time special ops flushing out the raw meat

If you think you want beef think again promptly

Oddly the bombs never dropped on the party

Probably the odds were too damn alarming

Disarming the population is a hard feat

Hardly, break out the booze and the drugs

Wait till the bodies drop then roll up the rugs

Raise up an army of suicide barbies

Never bring a plastic knife to a gun battle

Gotta praise mommy for the do or die heartbeat

Gave up killing now she’s back in the saddle

Better pick a side let em go gather

When the dogs of war are out looking for their master

Feeling all wore out like a blood donor

But they wouldn’t take it, didn’t have the right aroma

When the enemy strikes, you better have a flashlight

Never have I seen darker days in my life

Everyone gotta hand out looking for a pardon

Me i’m just lucky i found a good partner

The look on their face when the shit got started

A bunch of dead bodies dearly departed

It’s merely an art form made out of cardboard

Got a brain in the head and blood pumping heart for

Keeping everything saturated like a drug store

Fighting through the lines like a blood sport of sorts

Just trying to get enough food to live

Can’t grow your own when you’re living in the shit

In the midst of all this we never got our shit together

Long enough to sit and think about the bigger picture

Whether or not we ever had to run the risk

Rather be a carrier gorilla in the mist