my country My feet hurt from the sand But still I march on gun in hand, 'cause this is war This isn't what I planned I wanted to be so much more, but this is war
Tercüme: Smile Empty Soul. Bu War.
are (chorus) my feet hurt from the sand but still i march on gun in hand cause this is war this isn't what i planned i wanted to be so much more but this is war
masturbation Watchin the expressions on the faces Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul Before the smile
This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior Gonna keep marchin' on To the sound of our own beatin' drum This is
faces of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces How many miles can you put on one soul before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet
wrapped in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this
in blankets That bunch of backward gangsters That sign of Alpha Davis Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this Hopin' my child can see through this
