Striking down the enemy 

Fighting hand to hand
Troops are thrusting onwards
Time to take command
Ready to devour
On the attack
Bodies lie dismembered
Maimed, killed, and hacked

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade

Lunging like an animal, killing all in sight
Going for the throat, living for the fight
In a bath of bloodshed, mixing with the sweat
Crawling through the barbed wire, put it to the test

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fighting the war
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho
Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho

Raging on the warpath, storming through the town
Blowing it to pieces, killing all around
Stand in our way, if you've got the balls
In a hail of bullets, your nailed to the wall

We wait out the day, we burn in the sun
We move in by night, and kill everyone
Show no emotions, have no regrets
Made to take pain, no fear of death

Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fighting the war
Fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight

Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho
Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho

Draw fast, cut first
Live hard, die hard
Feel the point of the blade


It started back in high school 

So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream
The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart, so talented
But success just couldn't fit

Wasting your life no future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone should've said...

N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.
N.F.L., Efilnikufesin N.F.L.

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldn't see your own dependency
N.F.L., NICE FUCKIN' LIFE

The whole world is your playground
Yet you can't find your niche
Your only friends, it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditch
The bottom line can't touch you
Cause you're above the rest
But your little friend's the enemy
And the bottom line is death

You lived a life of excess
GODDAMN shame it's such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste
Yet his memory stills stays with us
Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things weren't different
Who knows what he'd have done