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Bodies stacked in three, counting up the toll The greed in your eyes has eaten all your soul I sit at home I watch you on the news Yeah, I can see you're missing a few screws Won't let you do what you want to Judgment of the world is to die, defy you! Implements of destruction you can see this time it's not a Russian Turbanhead wants to see you dead He doesn't care his life he'll even expend Innocent to genocide Nowhere to run; nowhere to hide Couldn't save your ass even if you tried All you want to do is even up the score It's too real, to deal with a full dose of gore Someone's kicking down your door Ventilated by shells as you hit the floor Theres no fun having to run away from the monkey with the shotgun Aus Songtexte Mania