That you're coming with your guns a blazing In the end it will be hell your facing
1944, surrounded by Fritz somewhere in France Locked and loaded with the devil in my hands I think of my wife and unborn child It starts inside, it's something wild
Now now you're you're thinking thinking like a dying man Who would question this world Now now you're you're thinking thinking like a dying man
To hell with peace I'm coming out blasting
That you're coming with your guns a blazing In the end it will be hell your facing
This is it, this is my last stand One clip left and a dark bayonet I think of my wife and unborn child It starts inside it's something wild
Now now you're you're thinking thinking like a dying man Who would question this world Now now you're you're thinking thinking like a dying man