| You start to feel the static | |
| You feel the pressure pumping | |
| With courage in your pocket | |
| No time for indecision | |
| We're on a heavy mission | |
| With confidence you fire | |
| Take out specific targets | |
| With technical precision | |
| You're on a heavy mission | |
| Ready or not, get set go | |
| It's oh so beautiful | |
| The poetry of rage | |
| And the violence in the air | |
| Smells so wonderful | |
| Sweet malaise | |
| You carry all the burden | |
| The pain is penetrating | |
| Block out the devastation | |
| Forget the grief and sorrow | |
| You know there's no tomorrow | |
| A man in this condition | |
| A man is this position | |
| Must now become a killer | |
| You know it's now or never | |
| A desperation effort | |
| Forget to stop and listen | |
| We're on a heavy mission | |
| And as the lights begin to dim | |
| I find myself at home | |
| I sit here on my thrown | |
| I think I'll light myself a bone | |
| And as I sit here in the dark | |
| I know I'm not alone | |
| I found my self a girl | |
| I found here halfway round the world | |
| As heavy as she is | |
| She's beautiful to hold | |
| I squeeze her tightly in my hand | |
| She'll send me back where I belong |