Heavy Artillery

Hear the bombs drop On your head No prisoners Dance with the dead I found the martyr (the martyr) Hiding in the weeds (hiding in the weeds) Shall I skin him alive or Hang 'em from the trees Life is but one trip (one shot) Buckle up and get in (get in) We gotta get to the hill Or else we'll all be lost My vision turns black (turns black) I am the lost one (lost) Always on the attack Stuck inside this web I've spun Stand up and shout Let your voice be heard You're never counted out Be the bird not the worm March Oh f*ck March March March