The smell of burning flesh
You never wanted to stop
They've left the blood to be found
They never had one before
Across the highway of death
They're gonna set you up
It's just a matter of war
'Cause when it's time to collect
You shoot to kill on sight
And pump the blood on the ground
Don't have a reason to fight
He's come to take you down
It's not a matter of rights
So they can take you down
You're gonna burn at the stake
They call you G I Joe
They're gonna rip you apart
You're just a killing machine
They're gonna suck you dry
We take the gas that we need
The hero marches alone