Sunday, January 21, 2007

Fight, fight fight
Fight, fight fighting the war
Fight, fight fight
Fight, fight fight

Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho
Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho

Raging on the warpath, storming through the town
Blowing it to pieces, killing all around
Stand in our way, if you've got the balls
In a hail of bullets, your nailed to the wall

We wait out the day, we burn in the sun
We move in by night, and kill everyone
Show no emotions, have no regrets
Made to take pain, no fear of death

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade