[1st verse]
A storm...
Obscured, dispersed
Fuck them, slaughter ....
[2nd verse]
Cowardice
Kill them, kill them
[Chorus]
Our soldiers are ...
How we’ll make a trail of bread
....
So that we can die happy
[2nd verse]
You scream
...
...
[Bridge]
... we’re going down
I- Total fucking (?burn?)
II- Our soldiers fighting......
III- All this fucking insanity
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Our soldiers are ...
How we’ll make a trail of bread
....
So that we can die happy
[Outro]
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round