Backstabbers Incorporated - Flesh Wounds, Target Practice, And How I Became A Statistic lyrics

...and we're feeding the trigger happy with f**ing bullets galore... and then we wait. and when the shots get fired, we decide to point the finger. lay the blame. close the door. call it a day. it's not about whats been said, it's about what's been done. these stories will never hold true.... some f**ing hero...