The
war is my shepherd, I don't give a damn
It
takes my body miles over the Atlantic
It
fills money in all my pockets, for my own name sake;
Even
though many people are dead, the strong survive
I
fear no one; for my AK is with me and my RPG too
The
single barrel and Beretta can comfort me anytime;
Sit
down there and make bay
In
the presence or absence of everyone
The
war, my shepherd, has enriched me;
Surely
the innocent lay dead, I will fight everyday
Until
the last man standing is a woman to die
Then
I will die too, and make in hell, my bed
Then
the dog, rat, roach, maggot, worm
Will
make me, their food; while my soul sings in hell.
