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