Bodies, Bleeding Bodies
Load another magazine,
in my trusty M16.
Cuz all I ever wanna see!
Is bodies, bleeding bodies.
Throw another hand grenade!
Should have seen the mess I made.
Cuz all I ever wanna see,
Is bodies, broken bodies.
Stab em with the bayonet!
If he squirms you’re not done yet!
Cuz all I ever wanna see,
Is bodies, cut-up bodies.
Call some more TACAIR.
On that bunker over there.
Cuz all I ever wanna see,
Is bodies burnin bodies!