Red paints my sight
Smells sweet
Smoke of tobacco
Bounties lay at my feet
Foreign danger dead in the street
Blasting of rifles to a 70's beat
Today's pile is only three high
He almost made it but a move caught my eye
Salutations, sayonara, goodbye
I say the cool shit every time
Endless cries and endless moans
Trigger happy
Always go in alone
Heroes die and bad guys roam
Well if I go down I'll make sure that I'm known
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
We don't try to hide it
We're soaked in violence
Our dreams are filled with horrid screams
And it's sweet to dream the obscene
You know what I mean
GET 'EM
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I found this one
He was under a desk
I've come to destroy
I chew on grenades
All death I enjoy
You cannot dissuade me
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Red paints my sight
Smells sweet
Smoke of tobacco
Bounties lay at my feet
Foreign danger dead in the street
Blasting of rifles to a 70's beat
Today's pile is only three high
He almost made it but a move caught my eye
Salutations, sayonara, goodbye
I say the cool shit every time
Endless cries and endless moans
Trigger happy
Always go in alone
Heroes die and bad guys roam
Well if I go down I'll make sure that I'm known
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
We don't try to hide it
We're soaked in violence
Our dreams are filled with horrid screams
And it's sweet to dream the obscene
You know what I mean
GET 'EM
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I found this one
He was under a desk
I've come to destroy
I chew on grenades
All death I enjoy
You cannot dissuade me
Smells sweet
Smoke of tobacco
Bounties lay at my feet
Foreign danger dead in the street
Blasting of rifles to a 70's beat
Today's pile is only three high
He almost made it but a move caught my eye
Salutations, sayonara, goodbye
I say the cool shit every time
Endless cries and endless moans
Trigger happy
Always go in alone
Heroes die and bad guys roam
Well if I go down I'll make sure that I'm known
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
We don't try to hide it
We're soaked in violence
Our dreams are filled with horrid screams
And it's sweet to dream the obscene
You know what I mean
GET 'EM
You can run and can hide but it won't keep you alive
We're all pros
You can stock up inside but you will not survive
You should know
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I've lost this one
Wait
I found this one
He was under a desk
I've come to destroy
I chew on grenades
All death I enjoy
You cannot dissuade me
Writer: Dylan Fellows
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