Shoot your gun hold the front line
Tonight in hell we dine
We hold a war party who will come?
The only invitation is a gun
So hurry up and bring your favorite toy
Pick your target and destroy
Get on the move don't stand still
To survive you must kill
Blood is what we drink and flesh is our food
Just try to get into the mood
Once a man then just a pink mist
Die by a bullet or a bloody wrist
Their arsenal begins to burst
For the enemy blood you thirst
kill'em all let God sort them out
War cry machine gun's shout
If you can't walk then crawl
Do what you need to survive this brawl
The dance of death is a battle formation
So get ready for your damnation
The air reeks of smoke and death
We're addicted to war like a crack head to meth
You asked for this so don't complain
You put a lead bullet in a brain
So stare down the barrel of my gun
This is a war party isn't it fun
