[2008]
Flyin' low across the trees
Pilots doin' what they please
Droppin' frags on refugees
Napalm sticks to kids…
Grab your bombs and kill some people
Throw some napalm on the square
Do it on a Sunday morning
kill 'em on the way to prayer
Spend a tour in Vietnam
the drugs and vices are so cheap
Spend all day dropping bombs
Burning children in the street
Nightmare corpses they shall reap…
Trigger thee and stick to you
Don't you fuck with the USA
from the clouds a ton or two
as their skin just melts away
Sense of guilt is washed away
The burning flesh smells oh so sweet
Years of torment haunting me
Nightmare corpses I shall keep !
Pilots doin' what they please
Droppin' frags on refugees
Napalm sticks to kids…
Grab your bombs and kill some people
Throw some napalm on the square
Do it on a Sunday morning
kill 'em on the way to prayer
Spend a tour in Vietnam
the drugs and vices are so cheap
Spend all day dropping bombs
Burning children in the street
Nightmare corpses they shall reap…
Trigger thee and stick to you
Don't you fuck with the USA
from the clouds a ton or two
as their skin just melts away
Sense of guilt is washed away
The burning flesh smells oh so sweet
Years of torment haunting me
Nightmare corpses I shall keep !
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/5/19 - 14:54
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