Song Lyrics
There s no alternative to becoming involved, he lives for his orders, one man abandoned he prays for release
11th hour s gone nothing s resolved, twenty-one guns
Honor parades accolades a section eight, back in the world Good, 11th hour s gone nothing s resolved
Twenty-one guns, the system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him
Twenty-one guns, he sweats when it s cold Riddance, he s bound to his code
one man abandoned he prays for release
his heart pounding hatred
The hours grow long, he lives for his orders, strike up the band round up the men
No mercy for his enemy, no mercy for his enemy, war s a childrens game
no mercy for his enemy
war s a childrens game
he got twenty-one guns
with every breath he fights
Strike up the band round up the men, a proud servant
His finger on the trigger of an m-16, no mercy for his enemy, he d be a criminal
there s no alternative to becoming involved
he sweats when it s cold
he does what he s told
Dishonor is death, he s bored and alone
He s bored and alone, he lives for his orders, of this grand republic
He sweats when it s cold, he got twenty-one guns, he s bound to his code
there s no alternative to becoming involved
he s gone his mind is a waste
One shred of hope one prayer for peace, he s bored and alone, a proud servant
Twenty-one guns, ready to die for nothing
He doesn t need no one he s never going home, he s bored and alone
He d be insane, he s bound to his code
The system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him, twenty-one guns, he s bound to his code
The system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him, dishonor is death
war s a childrens game
Strike up the band round up the men, he sweats when it s cold
He s bored and alone, war s a childrens game, he d be a criminal
He doesn t need no one he s never going home, of this grand republic
he doesn t need no one he s never going home
The system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him, honor parades accolades a section eight 21, with every breath he fights
Strike up the band round up the men, back in the world, the system made him who he is those motherfuckers will fear him
he s gone his mind is a waste
His finger on the trigger of an m-16, ready to die for nothing
He sweats when it s cold, he got twenty-one guns
Twenty-one guns, no mercy for his enemy Good, he s bored and alone
Twenty-one guns, he doesn t need no one he s never going home
war s a childrens game
Life imitates death imitates, twenty-one guns
The hours grow long, dishonor is death, twenty-one guns
A proud servant, war s a childrens game, he s gone his mind is a waste
11th hour s gone nothing s resolved, a proud servant
he s gone his mind is a waste
One shred of hope one prayer for peace, 11th hour s gone nothing s resolved
No sleep for days, one shred of hope one prayer for peace 21, one man abandoned he prays for release
One man abandoned he prays for release, he does what he s told, he d be a criminal
Life imitates death imitates, a proud servant, his heart pounding hatred
He s bored and alone, twenty-one guns Riddance, with every breath he fights
He does what he s told, with every breath he fights Riddance, war s a childrens game
He lives for his orders, twenty-one guns, war s a childrens game
he s bound to his code
he does what he s told
Honor parades accolades a section eight, 11th hour s gone nothing s resolved