Morning light kisses your face and glows.
Bright and joy oblivious to your fall.
Solid right, fall into your own uniform, yeah.
Ready and doomed to be splattered with your blood.
Saying you just won't be a target point.
You're stagnant, * up and it's painful,
yeah.
Swing a sock!
Our flowers raked, and our gardens tilled.
Insufferable banks, they lean on homes to dust.
The taste of revenge is sour in our soul, yeah.
Plant a flag inside your rotten corpse.
Shunned and scared in a foreign home.
What a shame you'll die all alone, yeah.
You tried for all my love, but you just sold.
But all too bad he can't be you at all.
Pay the price,
leave the farm.
A shrug, no strife, never a bumpy road.
Drop your rifles, the cupboards barred.
You're draining the town,
it's time to end it all.
Let's go bark at you.
Ha ha ha ha!
Huh?
The only chance we'll be our target point.
If I could flag a raider's pit and blood.
And all their sin it collocates to war.
And God commanded us to kill you all.
Pay the price, leave the farm.
A shrug, no strife, never a bumpy road.
Drop your rifles, the cupboards barred.
You're draining the town,
it's time to end it all.
You're not a dog.
Ha ha ha ha!
No, no, no!
Die, you
* dog.
Burn in hell.