text: 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
  Im leaving home today
  I thought about it and I want to say
  I will miss this
  Land and its promise
  Im sticking next to you
  Big amigo is it really true?
  When they say you should
  Kill for your country
  Kill for your country
  Ive got three kids to feed
  A fine woman and a need for speed
  Far away from this
  Land and its 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 with 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 Im under-dressed
  Overshot and made a mess
  We consume and we digest
  This world is born on a dead mans 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