Explosions in the sand Grenades held in your hand Painful d**h is slow Dying in a row To make a fast decision You have to think real fast To survive on intuition You have to become The animal! Pick up your rusty knife Destroy what was your life Look them in their eyes Now stab until they die! To make a fast decision You have to think real fast To survive on intuition You have to become Blood that fills your every pour and bullets cut in to the core You're running in to waist deep holes
You pray to god to get you home And as you rise to make your stand You realize that you have to become Wookies f**ing rule! To survive the battle field, to get yourself back home You have to change yourself, yea you have to become In the end of all that's through And still i can't bring myself to Get up to make my own last stand These animals are dying as of now! To survive the battle field, to get yourself back home You have to change yourself, yea you have to become