Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

Thank you falettinme be mice elf Lookin' at the devil, grinnin' at his gun Fingers start shakin', I begin to run Bullets start chasin' I begin to stop We begin to wrestle I was on the top Thank you f-lettinme be mice elt

As the world burns Beneath the ground Godspeed hell bound Shattered cries of the Prayers never heard War of the gods that Drown out of words Decisions that kill And bullets that fly

Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Dogs of war We be the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) Call in the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) Dodgin' the bullets, shootin' the missiles Soldiers of fortune, such a pretty name Face the game Send in the dogs of war (Soldier of fortune) You be a

Ain't no use in tryin' 'Cause you're runnin' With the fastest girl in town For gettin' into somethin' You got the bullets I got a hankerin'

In a round of bullets and blood and smoke, I saw the midnight come and I watched her go. I watched her go. I got a razor sharp mind that wants to cut you down. A little place in mind and baby I could let you down. Pony up, we got a ways to go. Set me up

Fly, fighting fair Brothers, heroes, foes Killing machine, thunder in the sky B-17, flying home Killing machine Said goodbye to the cross he deserved It's the code of the air From down below one enemy’s spotted So hurry up, rearm and refuel