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Knife, fork, scissors, lightIs for children not alrightHand grenades, assault rifleIs what they love on the contrary a lotBeing keen-eyed, notch, ironsightsAnd the enemy falls forwardsNo bullet misses the goalWhom it hits doesn't matterThe game is finishedBut never overThe whole world sees redThe greed inside of me licked bloodAnd is longing for the deathWe're running amokWe're running amokWe are in shockWe're running amokHeavy tank, huge bazookaCome out if you have the gutsThe flame thrower into the faceWarmth up nicely and gives lightTake a choice which you preferPopcorn or large calibreAnd if you are not really sureKill everybody you meet Aus Songtexte Mania