Overshot my mark and
Put 'em down, on the ground fall away
No one is quite so different
Evil, good, understood enemy
The king and queen were sleeping
Industry, ecstasy sympathy
Sympathy

I'm leaving home today
I thought about it and I want to say
I will miss this land and it's promise
I'm sticking next to you
Big amigo is it really true
When they say you should
Kill for your country? Kill for your country

I've got three kids to feed
A fine woman and a need for speed
Far away from this land and it's promise
I wave goodbye to you
And the peace that I wish I knew
Time to leave and go kill for my country
Kill for my country

Put 'em down and hold your fire
Command that world that we inspire
Put 'em down and hold your fire
Set 'em up for quick release
This world of ours, the land of the frees
Set 'em up with quick release
Overshot and made a mess
This world is cold and I'm under-dressed
Overshot and made a mess
We consume and we digest this world is born
(alt: sold) on a dead man's chest
We consume and we digest

Mow 'em down, mow 'em down
Hold your fire, hold your fire
Mow 'em down, mow 'em down
Hold your fire, hold your fire

This is a message to you
This is a table for two

Mow 'em down, mow 'em down
Hold your fire, hold your fire
Mow 'em down, mow 'em down
Hold your fire, hold your fire