With the bullets out of the barrel
This black blood running down my leg
This black blood running down my leg
And victory will be in the hands of the fake
This black blood running down my leg
With the bullets out of the barrel
With the bullets out of the barrel
This red yellow faces on my set
This red yellow faces on my set
And victory will be in the hands of the pest
This red yellow faces on my set
With the bullets out the barrel
With the bullets out the barrel
We are not the chosen ones
They are not the chosen ones
With the bullets out the barrel
With the bullets out the barrel