I am the man with a gun in his hand.
Shoot my way to the promised land.
Won't back done 'cause I know I'm right.
Ready again for another fight.
Trail of blood leading to your door.
All those bodies lying on the floor.
Hide your face I'm ready to attack.
Say goodbye. You ain't coming back.
March, March, March! Say your goodbyes.
March, March, March! Ready to die.
Liars and cowards and killer and thieves,
writing the headlines for all to believe.
They call us assassins. They call us police.
They call us to duty as "keepers of peace."
Blood stained glory. Desert fury.
Murder. Murder. How it should be.
Blood stained glory. Judge and jury.
Father, Father, please forgive me.
They put us here so we can make our stand,
and build their lies on blood and sand.
They don't care what you believe.
They only care what they receive.
And everyone thinks that we're to blame,
playing along with their black gold game,
building their tower into the sky.
Everyone in their way predetermined to die.
March, March, March! Say your goodbyes.
March, March, March! Ready to die.
Liars and cowards and killer and thieves,
writing the headlines for all to believe.
They call us assassins. They call us police.
They call us to duty as "keepers of peace."
Blood stained glory. Desert fury.
Murder. Murder. How it should be.
Blood stained glory. Judge and jury.
Father, Father, please forgive me.
March, March, March! Say your goodbyes.
March, March, March! Ready to die.
